Worlds Collide

I was driving home from work yesterday when I saw one of my professors walking on the sidewalk. In his pajamas. At 3 in the afternoon. Toward a park in Manitou Springs. I couldn't believe it. I used to think that he purposefully made his hair look like he had bed head for our sake as students- so we wouldn't place him on a pedestal or something. Now I realize that he actually never combs his hair at all. He really is a bum. But he's also got a PhD. in English. That got me to thinking about all the other crazy people who walk aimlessly around Manitou. Maybe lots of them have advanced degrees. Maybe the gray-haired guy who looks like a muppet and dresses like a hobo has a Master's in Theology, and the cat lady who steals our oranges is CC's Professor Emeritus in Philosophy. I can't wait to tell my professor that I saw him taking his mid-afternoon stroll through the park in his pajamas (this is the guy from Ohio, by the way). I almost rolled down my window and screamed, "Why don't you get a job, ya hippie!" but I decided not to, on the off chance that he would recognize me and give me a D on my next stupid paper for him. The guy showed up to class a couple weeks ago sporting a tie with a polo shirt. What a dickweed. It was odd seeing him outside of class (read: with his head outside his own rectum). It was like seeing a monkey at the mall. In fact, he may have been flinging his own poop...