tanning = scary

so my roommate works at a tanning salon that just opened on telegraph, about two blocks down and one block over from our dorms. we like to pick laura up from work cuz she usually works until it's dark and she was already almost mugged while walking through campus on the middle of a sunday afternoon. (the best thing about this whole incidence is that Laura called me after it happened and was absolutely cracking up over the whole situation. talk about having a sense of humor about life). anywho, so david and i went to pick laura up from work and while she was closing we wandered around the salon. Now, I've never seen a tanning upclose before, and frankly, they look like coffins. david would agree to this. there was a super tanning bed at the end that kind of reminded me of that coffin thing that michael jackson sleeps in. we decided that the place is a tanning salon by day and a vampire's layer by night. would that be a most awesome teen comedy/horror flick? i should write that one up and send it to quentin tarantino or francis ford coppola.