Spur of the Moment

Another Friday afternoon and I was again relieved to be done with classes. I was sitting in my room talking to my roommate about how long our to-do lists were and how low our will to cross a few of these things off were. If there are two things you should know about my roommate and I, it would be that we are constantly rearranging our room, and we tend to act on impulse on a regular basis. I was talking to my sister and she asked if we wanted to buy a futon. Obviously this caught our attention. We got the price down to $50, but the only problem was we needed to go get it tonight, in Columbus, and it was already 6 o'clock. We looked around our cramped dorm room and realized that there was probably no room to fit another pair of shoes, let alone a futon. This obviously didn't seem to matter, we couldn't pass up this great of a deal. 

So first we had to drive from Marietta to Newcomerstown, over an hour away to pick up my roommate's Dad's truck. Then onto Columbus to pick up this futon. We finally get there and need about two and a half more inches in the bed of the truck to fit this futon in. We didn't let this stop us and continued to try to twist and turn this futon until it was finally resting securely. We used a plethora of bungee cords and ropes to strap it down and hope that it wouldn't move. We stopped at my house in Columbus to say hi to my parents, and despite what the smart thing would have been to do, got back into the car to come back to Marietta. I stared at the bed of the truck probably half of the time it took to get back to school to make sure we weren't losing the futon. I remember looking at my roommate, who knows I am usually paranoid and asking her that if this futon flew off this truck and crashed through someones windshield if we would go to jail for Man Slaughter. 

Finally, we arrived at school safely  at 2 o'clock in the morning. We somehow perfectly fit the futon through 3 sets of doors, and then had to rearrange our rooms and re-bunk them so that our futon would fit. We were exhausted, but as soon as our heads hit our pillows it didn't even cross our minds. The next morning her parents came to Marietta to take the truck back. They took us out to lunch at a local restaurant, although we were extremely tired, we were enjoying ourselves. I was looking around and noticed that all the employees were wearing black t-shirts with different quotes on the back. I looked at two of the different servers whose backs were facing me. The first one read "Go the extra mile, it's never crowded", and the second "You never know when you're making memories".

I smiled looking at the back of the shirts and thought to myself that despite the crazy ideas that are constantly popping in my head, and although we probably weren't the two most logical human beings on Friday night, that those are the kinds of things that I'll always remember. That maybe sometimes if people stopped following such a tight routine that I know myself are guilty of, that some of the best things can come of it.