So a couple days ago I went on campus to use the laser printer and the letterhead for my never-ending pile of stupid applications, and this prof, who I've had some run-ins with before, had commandeered the grad lounge for his class. I think he's doing it for the whole quarter, but I'm not the most plugged in to the department these days, and besides, when someone posts a sign that says "Meeting in Progress" and lists times, my response is to barge in anyways and get my work done, but do it quietly. Because I'm dense like that, and really, it doesn't interrupt my train of thought at all. Oh, wait.
In truth, I was already in there last week before this class had started, and didn't connect it with the concept of a recurring class meeting in there weekly, and since I had a lot of errand-type stuff to do this time, I must have gone in and out of that room (unlocking the key code quietly) and up and down the hall to print and mail things about three separate trips.
The third time I come into the lounge, the prof turns to me and in a saccharine voice says, "Oh, I know why you're the only one who keeps coming in here! It's because you have to show off your fabulous boots!"
Except that's not what I heard at first.