Athens, Ohio is a picture perfect college town. With it rolling hills, beautiful buildings and abundance local pride, there is absolutely no way to be angry at this town ... unless you have a car. The best thing about a small town, is that you can walk almost anywhere, but come rain or snow, students and faculty alike flock to their barely-used vehicles in hopes of arriving to class somewhat dry. Throw in HallOUween, family weekends and a fest here or there, and the small town of Athens transforms into The Hunger Games: Parking Edition.
A few of your favorite Real Housewives are here to share in your struggles.
You decide to #TreatYourself and drive yourself to you class.
Plus, there is like a 3 percent chance of precipitation. Better safe than sorry!
You spend 20 minutes waiting for pedestrians to stop walking in the intersection at the top of Morton Hill.
I know I do the exact same thing you're doing when I walk to class, but I just want you to know that I still hate you for it.
You arrive to your fav parking lot on campus just to find out that it is closed.
Don't cry. Don't cry. Don't cry.
You realize your class starts in three minutes and rush to find a metered spot on the street.
Apparently driving to class does not mean you can leave seven minutes before class starts and make it on time.
You review everything you learned about parallel parking in driving school as you look for a spot.
Don't cry. Don't cry. DON'T CRY.
You finally see a spot ahead of you and put your blinker on, but someone snakes in.
Dishonor on you, dishonor on your cow ...
And when you pull up next to them, they make eye contact with you, and you're immediately filled with a blind rage.
Muster up your best bitch face.
At this point you realize your class has been over for 20 minutes and return home to your bottle of wine like any Real Housewife of Athens would do.