Ahhh....the irony.

So, I got a haircut the other day and cut bangs in my hair. I haven't had bangs since I was in 4th grade, and when I had them then, it was a gruesome experience. Let's just say "girly bowl cut" right out and get it over with...we're all friends, right?

Anyhoo, I was walking into the SWKT to partake of a vending machine when a gust of wind blew my bangs into my eyes.

Whoosh.

In the same instant, I spotted a moderately cute guy walking toward me on the sidewalk. Being a girl, I made a ploy to toss my bangs back (Pantene Pro-V style) with a graceful sweep of my head.

The head motion that ensued was so violent that it disturbed the equilibrium of my inner ear and I stumbled over my own feet. When I recovered myself, the guy shot me a slightly concerned look and walked past.

I laughed at myself all the way to class.

Then, when I got to the West Desk for rotation, I realized that my fly was down, and that it had been down for the last three hours.

Ahhh...the irony.

THE END.