I came up with this story after having so many ridiculous things happen to me almost every day as I rode from home to college and back.
For example, One day, I fell in a giant mud puddle-which happened to be the first day of my freshman year-and I smelled like a rodent that’d been dead for 3 weeks.
Another time, I crashed right into a girl who laughed uncontrollably after I swear she should have been dead (slight exaggeration?)