<p>I had my Princeton interview a couple of weeks ago, and while the interview itself was pretty awesome, what happened afterward was lame. My interview was about an hour, and was at the guy's law office, and by the time it was done it was about 15 minutes until the place closed. He walked me out, and gave me a handshake goodbye.</p>
<p>So, I called my mom to pick me up, but she wasn't done with work yet so I had to wait. Five o' clock (closing time) rolls around, my mom's still not there yet, and I see people kinda walking around and closing blinds and turning off lights and stuff. I start feeling awkward, so I'm like... "Okay, I don't want to hold anyone up" so I go outside to wait. There's no benches or anything, so I go meandering around a bit.</p>
<p>Now it's like 5:20. My mom calls and says she's leaving work, but since she didn't drop me off, (a friend of hers did) she doesn't really have a clue where the place is so I anticipated her coming a bit later. So one by one, I see people leaving the office and as I'm walking around behind the place, my interviewer sees me before I have the chance to like run away and hide under a rock. He was really nice and said I could still wait inside for a bit. So I did. He offers me a soda and reading materials and whatever, but I'm so awkward and humiliated and I don't want to put him out any more than I already did, so I just keep saying "no thank you." lol.</p>
<p>5:30 rolls around. </p>
<p>The interviewer has to lock up, so he walks with me outside and asks me if my mom should be coming soon. I say yeah, but really I have no clue where she's been for so long. D:! It was really apparent that he was hesitant to leave me by myself, so he gave me his cellphone number and told me to call him if anything happened, and he showed me a picnic table I could sit at around the side. I could tell he didn't want to leave me, but he had an another appointment downtown. I was glad he didn't stay because I was already completely embarrassed.</p>
<p>He leaves, and I keep waiting. </p>
<p>5:45 rolls around. </p>
<p>I'm freaking out at this point because I really just want to go home, and all of a sudden I feel my cell phone (it was my mom's that she lent me) vibrate and I see a number I don't recognize. Forgetting that I gave my number to the guy, I don't answer it and let voicemail pick up in case it's for my mom. Then, I listen to it and hear the interviewer calling to check up on me. He asks if I've gotten picked up yet, and of course I don't want to call back and say I haven't, so I just keep waiting. </p>
<p>FINALLY, at 5 to 6, my mom comes. As I assumed, she got lost. lolz. So I call the interviewer back really quick and say thank you and that my mom picked me up. For a minute, he sounded like he had no idea who I was, but then he was like "Okay, that's good! Bye______"</p>
<p>Most. Humiliating. Thing. Ever.</p>
<p>But the day after, it made for a hilarious story.</p>