It's All Basically the Same

I went out for a walk tonight to enjoy the crisp spring air that has been in such abundance lately. As I climbed the steps up from MSC and began to stride across the parking lot, I thought of tomorrow's homework load and wondered if I could get away with studying for another class in world religions. "That's odd, that person has piled various clothes up in the back of their truck," I thought as my old train of thought was broken by this odd spectacle. "Why would clothes be in the back of...ah, ooh, uh-oh." My eyes turned towards the ground as soon as I realized what could have been happening. When I passed the truck it seemed to lurch and gyrate, almost as if my presence startled it. Smiling to myself, I gave a friendly salute through the very dark back window and went on my merry way. What is the point of all this? Well, for starters, if you're going to make out in the backseat, remember that your front window is not tinted. Thus, parking your car's front window directly at the sidewalk might not be a good thing. Also, try driving somewhere to make out. Yes, yes, I know that you can't keep your paws off of each other but honestly, in Thomas parking lot? I believe intelligence has now gone by the wayside along with class. I suppose backseats of trucks have spawned many a great men and women over the years, so who am I, a passerby, to contend? However, remember my advice, and hopefully you won't be the subject of a bored and mildly amused person's blog when you're fumbling around in the backseat.