Slasher sighting

Normally, I tend to snag breakfast from the South Campus Center. I don't wear my coat, instead braving the arctic temperatures in a brief dash across the road and parking lot. I almost always get the bacon, egg and cheese breakfast sandwich, and put up with the fake processed-cheese-food-product that they've got masquerading as cheese. (If the cheese hasn't melted much yet, I often scrape it off.)

This morning, though, I was halfway down the stairs when I decided to detour to the hospital cafeteria and have a non-sandwichy breakfast. Or rather, a non-fake-cheesy breakfast. And wouldn't you know it, but it came with a side of slash!

Wandering out of the cafeteria, tray in hand (I'm not supposed to eat at my desk, but when the boss is away, the techs will fuck around), my brain recognizes a face. A sweet, cheerful face that my brain is screaming at me - you know her! Slash! Wait, no, not Puppies - Escapade!

Seems that Merry Lynne is temping up in one of the Hospital departments. Go Merry! We only exchanged a few words, but gosh, I love running into people I know. And slashers are eons better than the random also-a-physics-major-friend of my ex-boyfriend from college. Whee!