This boot's definitely not made for walking

Today was a long day. But it was a good day. I almost made it from 9 to 5 without leaving the ESC, my home away from home. But I got hungry and the Wilk was calling my name. Anyway, not the point. The point is that I discovered that I can be enveloped by geological jargon all day and not get tired of it. I'll break it down. From 9-10:15 (but we always go a little over) I have my Sedimentology and Stratigraphy class. Then from 11-12 there was an incredibly good lecture about extension in central Nevada, and I loved it because he incorporated petrology, structure, geochemistry, stratigraphy, sedimentation, geomorphology, etc. etc. into his presentation. And I actually understood it. I think that was amazing, and I realized as he was talking about mylonites and mineral phase assemblages of leucogranites and basaltic magmatic pockets and such, I actually understood. So, eager from the brain stimulus, I went to work from 12-2. Hunger set in, I grabbed some lunch, then spent the next half hour studying drill log data for my Strat and Sed lab assignment. Then, I had my Geomorphology and Geohazards class from 3-4, and to cap off the day, another lecture by the AAPG distinguished lecturer about new theories regarding structure and deformation around salt diapirs. A great day, I know. But seriously, it was, I learned a lot, and it was interesting, and I loved it. I love days where I reconfirm that I made the right choice of major. Geology is the best.
But then, I came home to find the telltale yellow boot on the back left wheel of my car. Hmm, odd. So I investigated. The paper on my driver's window indicated that I did not have a proper parking pass. Hmm, odd. I paid (yes, paid) for my above ground (yes, above) parking spot back in September after the underground pass I was guaranteed was not held for me. So, more baffled than upset, I called the number. Answering machine. So I went up to my apartment to call again because the answering machine indicated another number to call and I needed a pen to write it down. I called again. Answer. I told her I needed a boot removed, she asked if I understood it would cost $50, and I told her I had a parking pass. She said ok, she was in the middle of cooking, but she'd be over in 15-20 minutes. Twenty minutes later, she came, she called, she took off the boot. And that is my experience with the parking polices. Quick, like ripping off a band-aid.