Well, I'm Dumb

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."

"Oh. Ok."

"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.