I’ve spoken before of why I love living by a university (here and here). I like watching students beginning their evenings at midnight, thinking nothing of bathing in a kiddie pool and sporting ridiculous fashions (which I think try to emulate). Most of all, I love being around things I think are hilarious but which they don’t realize are funny.
This morning, in front of our neighbor’s house, was this car, guaranteed to be a student’s:
Note that the lights are resting on baking sheets. And affixed with chicken wire.
I love it.
Comments are closed.