After wandering in circles, listening to my David Sedaris CDs for an hour or so, wondering if I should do something useful with my life like go to the grocery store to buy tortillas and Diet Coke, I decided the solution to my boredom would be blogging.
I could kick myself for not having written anything when my life was actually semi-interesting, but isn't that how it goes? So, instead I'm going to write about Swine Flu.
Yesterday at work, which happened to have been a Sunday, meaning a fun-filled day of serving and cleaning-up after freshmen for a good eleven hours, I noticed the cafeteria swarming with sorority rushes. It's easy to pick them out, not just because of the matching lime-green t-shirts, but also by the fact that they simply all look the same. Being horrifically understaffed, with an obnoxious amount of people wanting the gourmet pasta marinera, a co-worker made a comment about the long lines.
Periodically, being a student of the University of Washington, I receive emails, or timely warning notifications. I normally delete them like SPAM perfectly aware that no, I do not live in La-La Land where everything is perfect and crime is nonexistent, but I do however, normally choose not to read the details. Typically, the notifications come up in conversation anyway, and I can learn that some asshole pushed a girl down and stole her football ticket, or someone was molested in the library bathroom by word of mouth from a friend. The notification about Swine Flu peaked my interest though. Turns out we have a confirmed case, some sorority girl.
My co-worker then having my best interest at heart, told me on Sunday as the line finally started to die down, "Watch out", as our eyes darted around the room, feeling like I was at the zoo, always wanting to break out into a Steve Irwin-like voice when I see them socializing in packs, "They've got Swine Flu."
Now, whenever I pass a lime-green clad girl, I can't help but think H1N1.
