Being as how we don’t live near the University of Colorado campus (we tried that for a couple of years back in our renting days, and had a car demolished by a trust-funder drunkenly weaving his truck down our hill in the snow), I sometimes forget that Boulder is, after all, a college town.
And then comes St. Patrick’s Day.
After my morning patients yesterday, I had to wander over to the Verizon store to pick up a new phone, since the one they had sold me a little more than 2 WEEKS AGO was a lemon (totally cool flip-up full qwerty keyboard, which just didn’t actually register keystrokes).