I have become acquainted with another facet of UT culture: parking lot stalking. Today I was walking to the parking garage after lunch, and I noticed that there was a truck driving very slowly behind me. I was starting to get a little weirded out, thinking I was about to be mugged or something, when the guy rolls down his window and yells, “Hey, are you leaving?” When I said yes, he asks, “Can I like, follow you to your car?” Haha. That’s how bad the parking is here; we’ve been reduced to stalking just to find a spot. Good grief.