please tell me that wasnt your car

there was a really awesome parking spot. i wouldnt even have to parallel park. it was just sitting there, staring at me, begging me to park there. i wanted that spot. unfortunately, there was a frickin worcester bus and a large suv in the lane blocking me from my perfect spot. in an aggressive boston maneuver, that spot became mine. there might have been swearing by the suv, but i didnt look or hear, because i was where i belonged. i turned to chris, my passenger, needing some reassurance of my driving and said "that was ok, right?" "just as long as that wasn't one of your recommenders." ha ha, laughed it off, although i really do need my recs. walked into the auditorium where the talk was given and who is standing there coming in at exactly the same time: the head of anesthesia, and my recommender (who i had just like 30 sec ago kindly nudged over email about it). told him the story, how ironic that we had just chatted, and he was like 'oh no, it wasnt me, i parked in the back.' me: 'yeah after i took your spot.' head of anesthesia/holder of my future in his hands: 'wait, what color was your car?' me: 'im not telling you'
still waiting for my rec.....