art chicks, automobiles and fear

Last week my car died (again). have I ever mentioned that my car and I share a psychic link- it knows when I need to leave town for something, and it dies explicetly to make my life hell. Anyway, last week I had a massive project that needed work at the art building on campus. Damn thing wouldn't start. Had to pick a friend of from the airport later that day so I was pissed as hell. Anyway the damn thing wouldn't start, so I walked (more like stomped) over to campus in freezing slush. I was decidedly uncheerful. First thing I did was hop over to a computer to email the GH2 roommies and see if I could borrow anyone's car. While writing email a girl walked in. Artsy chick. Hot as hell. I obviously looked a little cranky (she probably was clued in by my muttering and swearing every third word I typed) and she asked what was the matter. I explained that my car died and commented 'murphy's law strikes again'. The cute art chick replies 'what's murphy's law?'.

I guess if you're cute art chick, ya don't have to know much.