Tales from the Bus
Mar. 26th, 2008 12:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
I think I'm feeling better. I'm weary of waking up tired everyday, but I can roll out of bed without a pervading sense of dread. My fingernails have a strange line in them.
Monday night, I was ten steps away from the bus stop when the blasted #49 rolled by, leaving me in the dust.
Last night, I was ten steps away and running for the bus stop when the blasted #49 rolled by. Loser bus driver did not even pretend to see me, though I would think it impossible to misinterpret someone running pell-mell for the stop as the bus approaches. I am so peeved about it that I'll probably leave work early just to make sure I freaking catch the bus I want.
Also last night, I was approached by a panhandler down on 3rd and Pine. It's not uncommon. I find it quite interesting to see whom they target - some will ask anyone, but there are others who are very specific in whom they hit up for cash. Anyway, this panhandler, a sweet young thing, came up to me with a lit cigarette in her hand. She asked if I'd buy it off of her for a quarter, followed by a commensurate sob story. WHAT? That was a new one. Even if I was a smoker, why on Earth would I buy an already lit cigarette? Double gross. I think she counted on someone giving her money, no cigarette exchange required.
I got on the #2, which was full as per usual, but not as bad as it could have been. There are times that thing is packed like a fucking sardine can. After the last downtown stop, a seat opened up. I grabbed it because no one else did. Getting there, I tripped over some dude's foot. This guy was HUGE, so the foot was difficult to miss. Had to be at least 6'6" and build like a workhorse. (Picture Lennie Small.) At his stop, he reached under the seat and pulled out an Igloo cooler as massive as he, bumping my legs as he did. He leaned close to me and said with a shy smile and a shrug, "My lunch." It amused me for reasons I can't quite put into writing.
Passenger Song by Great Lake Swimmers seems appropriate here. Is it bad that I love it for only one line, and it's not a particularly good line: "Right you are right you are right you are right...". I simply love the delivery.
Also, someone here at work made off with my scissors. Stole it right out of my desk drawer. I'm mortally offended.
Monday night, I was ten steps away from the bus stop when the blasted #49 rolled by, leaving me in the dust.
Last night, I was ten steps away and running for the bus stop when the blasted #49 rolled by. Loser bus driver did not even pretend to see me, though I would think it impossible to misinterpret someone running pell-mell for the stop as the bus approaches. I am so peeved about it that I'll probably leave work early just to make sure I freaking catch the bus I want.
Also last night, I was approached by a panhandler down on 3rd and Pine. It's not uncommon. I find it quite interesting to see whom they target - some will ask anyone, but there are others who are very specific in whom they hit up for cash. Anyway, this panhandler, a sweet young thing, came up to me with a lit cigarette in her hand. She asked if I'd buy it off of her for a quarter, followed by a commensurate sob story. WHAT? That was a new one. Even if I was a smoker, why on Earth would I buy an already lit cigarette? Double gross. I think she counted on someone giving her money, no cigarette exchange required.
I got on the #2, which was full as per usual, but not as bad as it could have been. There are times that thing is packed like a fucking sardine can. After the last downtown stop, a seat opened up. I grabbed it because no one else did. Getting there, I tripped over some dude's foot. This guy was HUGE, so the foot was difficult to miss. Had to be at least 6'6" and build like a workhorse. (Picture Lennie Small.) At his stop, he reached under the seat and pulled out an Igloo cooler as massive as he, bumping my legs as he did. He leaned close to me and said with a shy smile and a shrug, "My lunch." It amused me for reasons I can't quite put into writing.
Passenger Song by Great Lake Swimmers seems appropriate here. Is it bad that I love it for only one line, and it's not a particularly good line: "Right you are right you are right you are right...". I simply love the delivery.
Also, someone here at work made off with my scissors. Stole it right out of my desk drawer. I'm mortally offended.
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Date: 2008-03-26 11:49 pm (UTC)Pft, some homeless chick offering to trade me her cigarette = ew.
Also, those scissor stealing-bastards! It's like Milton's red stapler.
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Date: 2008-03-27 02:12 am (UTC)I SO prefer the #2X, though, despite that.
Ah, Milton. ;)
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Date: 2008-03-28 06:03 am (UTC)And I HATE it when people take office supplies from my desk. I know they're company property, so if they asked me for them I'd probably be like, "Sure, whatever", but to take them is just RUDE.
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Date: 2008-03-28 04:21 pm (UTC)I stole a scissors from the mail room. ;)
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Date: 2008-03-28 08:26 pm (UTC)"You know, your hands can be like tree rings,"
Whu-huh? I assume you figured out I meant "nails." Hands like tree rings. I can't stop laughing!
I totally know how it is with doctors. One of the most common things to affect nail growth is anemia - which can cause depression, fatigue and headaches. So maybe eating more leafy greens or beef or taking iron and B-12 supplements is something you can do on your own.
Of course, don't listen to me unless you want to - my longtime distrust of doctors turned me into a DIY health hacker, LOL!
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Date: 2008-03-30 12:25 am (UTC)Anyway. You did not need to know that.
I've been taking B-12 and I eat greens fairly regularly. I won't eat beef, but I'll see if adding iron helps. ;)
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Date: 2008-03-30 04:39 am (UTC)