Oh Hey Caleb...

I absolutely love my job. I never have any idea what is coming for me at any given moment. It could be a fire drill at 4 AM, room mates complaining about their suite mates smoking weed in the room, or even a simple request for a ride.

I've given rides to residents on several occasions... to the hospital, the mall, wal-mart, you name it. But Thursday was a new one for me. I took a resident to the bank.

It all started while I was watching Tosh.O. I swear I have "The Tosh.O Curse" because every time I sit down to watch it, I have to leave before its over. I don't think I've ever seen a full episode. Anyway, I hear a small knock on my door.

This particular resident is quite shy.

"Oh, hey. I was just wondering if you... I mean, .... I'll help you pay for gas... I was just wondering...uh... my bike has a flat tire... and I was wondering if you could...uh... take me to the bank."

A simple request, so I obliged. As we were leaving the university, he continued to give me block by block directions to the bank, whose location I knew quite well. He gave me street by street turning directions, calling out the name of the street and the direction I would be turning at each block starting four blocks in advance. Needless to say, I was chuckling on the inside.

I was in a time crunch, and I told him that, so when we got to the bank, he FLUNG the door open before I ever stopped the car and SPRINTED inside. Literally 45 seconds later he DOVE back into the car, and we were off. Fastest bank adventure ever.

After giving me directions back to campus and offering me gas money for the 4 blocks that I drove, we walked back into the building. As he approached his door and keyed in, he hollered out,

"Thank again, Caleb. Have a good day."

Yep. He's convinced my name is Caleb.

And I don't know why.

Hm.