Commuting Conflicts

Being a commuter has its perks as wells as its downfalls. Having to be on the road an hour before the campus resident student wakes up, I already have found myself driving around for thirty minutes looking for a parking spot. However, every night I receive a home cooked meal. I do have already pre-existing friends that are residents on the campus. So, I am almost pampered by both worlds.

One morning in between classes, my friend calls me and invites me to come up to his room instead of spending an hour or two in the library. He tells me the room number, and I think nothing more of it. I bring my books with me so I can proceed to my next class with very little transition. I make it up to the room no problem and start knocking. No answer. Wait a little bit more and then knock some more. No answer. Look for my phone but my pocket is only filled with keys and pens. Then, someone comes to the door, but it is not the friend I was looking for. Apparently, he had told me the wrong room number, because the person that stared at me was not planning on waking up to a stranger at 10 in the morning. Luckily, I had met the friendly giant this past summer. Having wasted 30 minutes catching up on things, I had to rush to class. After the class, I receive a phone call from my original friend, and he is wondering where I was. I tell him what happens and my original friend, my reacquainted friend, and I all go and grab some food then hang out.