I drove to Grand Island tonight thinking I had a meeting. Instead, I walked in on a Concordia graduate class.
"Can I help you?"
"Uh... I thought there was a meeting in here tonight."
"Oh. What was the meeting for?"
"SCOLBE... It's a strategic planning meeting."
"Oh. I don't know."
"Ok. I'll go check the other building."
"It is Wednesday, right?"
"Yes. It is."
This conversation was followed by a stare that said "Why is this well dressed hobo in our school?" She probably thought I was drunk or high. No big deal. I just hopped the train and rode the rails home.