Proxless in Princeton

As I took out my wallet to prox into the Rocky dining hall, I found, much to my dismay that the wonderfully tacky plastic id was missing from its usual spot. I looked through my wallet. It hadn't moved to any of the other slots. I checked my pockets. Nada. Then I remembered: I had taken it out the night before when I went to dinner. So... No prox.

I tried to explain my dilemma to the card checker, who told me I'd have to fill out a card voucher and, as far as I could understand the whole thing would cost me about $2.50. Being the irrational human being that I am, I decided I didn't want to pay $2.50 f0r a meal I had already bought. But I also didn't want to go back to my dorm. Logical thing to do? I went to Chancellor Green to buy a panini. Too late did I learn that unlike the paninis from Cafe Viv, these didn't come with chips. :'(

The day continued as usual until I got back to my dorm and realized I couldn't prox myself in. Before this would have been a tragedy. But now, we have Whitman, and it is more or less all connected. Instead of asking someone to prox me in, I simply walked into the Whitman library, thinking the back exit would take me somewhere where I could get to my room. Instead it took me to a dark and scary place, which as far as I could make out was the underground extension of the dining hall. Simple enough, I got back out, entered the dining hall, and walked through all of Whitman to my room, where I of course remembered that I had simply left my prox in my book as a book marker. You'll never guess who felt silly...