People from three different times of my life

I was in my elementary school's auditorium for some sort of assembly that required a large crowd to be there. M.D.S. was there and she asked me if I liked her new hair style - she had a short bob to her chin and full bangs. I told her that it looked cute, very similar to how she used to wear it, just shorter, and that it was very flattering on her. We were sitting in the bleachers that were on the girls locker room side of the gym.

I was working with K.K. and E.R. when our office morphed into a Limited or New York & Co. I went to try on jewelry and bemoaned the fact that these stores put all the cute stuff by the register to increase impulse buying. Somehow I overcame my desire to purchase a long beaded necklace that went to my belt line and sat back down at my desk, telling my friends that I had to focus on getting my work done instead of on buying jewelry that I didn't really need.

I had a doctor's appointment and I rode my bike to his office. I paid the $25 copay but then canceled the appointment because I had to get over to the campus theater to see a show w/Wade. I hopped on my bike and pulled out my Blackberry to utilize Google maps so I could get to where the bike racks were. As I rode, I met up with Wade and someone else, both of whom were walking there so I hopped off of my bike and pushed it the rest of the way. Google maps took us down this concrete path, where all these college students were walking past us in the opposite direction and looking at us because we were clearly older than college student age. We also had to go through the campus bookstore, which made it awkward for me since I was pushing a bicycle. We walked out the back door of the store and finally got to this little quad area with an awning and giant pillars. We waited until the lines for the bike racks opened and Wade and I rushed over to get a good spot. I thought I'd forgotten my lock but then I looked at the front end of my bike and there it was; I told Wade that I used to keep my lock on the back end and out of force of habit, looked there for it first. The bikes all were pretty close together off to the side of this mini-quad; I pushed the front wheel up underneath the bottom rung of the rack, up this little hill, so that the lock could be strung through my front tire, the body of the bike, and the back tire. Wade told me she was getting in line for the Wi-Fi code so when I was done locking up my bike, I turned to go meet her. I ran into a girl who I apparently knew, she told me she had the same medical condition that I had and asked me how I dealt with it. I told her that I dealt with it by not talking to almost-strangers about it, and walked over to Wade who had just gotten out of the line. She was holding a white, flat box that had the word "bologna" on the side. The Wi-fi people were giving out lunch, too. I said "Bologna, really?! You would!" to Wade, but then she flipped the box over so I could see the front of it, where there was a picture of a grilled chicken sandwich. We both laughed and I told her I was getting in line, too; I wasn't certain that my Blackberry needed to have Wi-Fi access to work but I really just wanted a sandwich. As I stood in line, I pondered why we would need Wi-Fi to go watch this show, anyway.