You don’t know me. You don’t know that I spent 12 hours on campus today or that I only managed about 5 hours of sleep last night. I was dead on my feet when you ran into me.
To start off, I’m sorry I’m a dork who doesn’t check the weather forecasts in the morning (was snow even in the forecast this morning?). I’m sorry that today was the first time in probably five months that I left the apartment without bothering to wear something heavier than a T-shirt. And I’m sorry that I looked so pathetic as I walked out of the Tanner Building that you felt that the need to let me borrow your jacket.
Being the thick-skinned Montanan that I am, I assumed I could make it home in the snow just fine, and I couldn’t just wear some stranger’s coat home. But you insisted, and about thirty seconds into my walk home, I was glad you did. Even I’m not tough enough to brave that weather in short sleeves.
Preston, people like you make the world go round.
I’ll get your jacket back to you as soon as possible. Thanks again.