This morning started like most mornings. I woke up at 6 to hit the snooze button. I did this every nine minutes until 7, when I got up and had some fresh coffee that Milca’s mom had made. She had already left for work, but there was a note in front of the coffee pot that said “Fresh Coffee.” As Milca dislikes coffee rather strongly, I knew this was just for me, so I drank the two cups that were in the pot, trying to remember to thank her the next time I see her, while watching a bit of Seabiscuit on HBO.
After saying goodbye to the dogs and telling them to be good dogs today, I got into the Loopmobile and headed for PCC. I noticed that the 110 South was pretty congested and felt lucky that I didn’t have to drive in that mess. Then the northbound started to get congested. I got off at the next exit, took side streets through South Pasadena and took the 210 the rest of the way.
Once I got into the parking lot I found a spot on the 4th level, not too far from the stairs. This is when I realized that I didn’t have the money to park. Sure, I had 3 five dollar bills, and an ATM card that I could have used, but no coins that equalled a dollar, nor a dollar bill. I tried stopping a couple people to see if they had change for a five. I had ten minutes until my class started, so any hopes of getting help from anyone that wasn’t around me would mean I’d be late. I stopped a group of three asian girls and asked if they had change. They didn’t. Just as I had gone back into my car to inspect every piece of clothing and every crevice in the seats, one of the girls came up to me and gave me 4 quarters and asked nothing in return.
I suppose that my PCC karma has come full circle.