Fountain

The Sunset Strip is a clogged mess of tour buses, stoplights, and bored housewives who busy their mornings boutique-hopping. So, of COURSE you take Fountain, and your wisdom is rewarded. You make it to UCLA in twenty minutes (good time) and begin the hunt for a parking spot. The structures are already full, so it's a scramble to find a metered spot. The law school is usually a good bet, but everyone knows it, and just as a car is pulling out, the car in front of you puts on its blinker.

"Fuck!" You think. Then, you come to your senses, remembering your power. "You just remembered, you left your jacket at home..."

Suddenly, the car burns rubber and rockets away. "Nice," you think, pulling into your spot.

After feeding the meter, you glance at your watch again. "God," you think to yourself, grabbing your bag and walking into campus, "I hate sitting through that lecture. I'd love it if class were canceled."

But then it hits you. As you walk into the building, you see the class gathered around the doors, reading a note--CLASS CANCELED.

"I've got to remember to be careful..." you mutter to yourself.

"Careful with what?"

You turn and see--