Take the long way home
Sep. 3rd, 2008 05:54 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
superbadgirlLawsy-Loo, it just isn't my commuting week. Yesterday I had to chase the morning bus down the street and barely hopped on as it kept rolling. I pretended I was a hobo trying to get aboard a moving train. (I made this up. The bus wasn't moving, the driver just let me in the back door because he was getting ready to move.)
Tonight, I sat at the bus stop by work. And sat and sat and sat. This isn't unusual. That route is hardly reliable. Finally, after fifteen bajillion people walked by me, some guy named Jeff (he had a name badge) stopped and told me it would be, like, two hours before the route would be back to normal, on account of the crackhead who plowed into a gas pump up on E. Roy. I think one must have to be really high to be unable to avoid speeding up and taking out a gas pump. Anyway, you cannot tell me one of those other fourteen people walking away from the scene of the crime didn't know the scoop and couldn't have shared it with me. Jeff admired my tattoo and made me uncomfortable as he walked me back to the office, regaling me with stories of his arthritic hips which he got from too much bike riding.
I fled Jeff, grabbed a pair of sneakers from my office closet (ha ha, mock me now, you shoe-mockers!) and walked to Broadway and E. John. Got on the #8, tripped over a tenant from my former employer, the Vermin Inn, avoided chit chat with him, made a pit stop at Bartell's in Lower QA, barely hopped on the #2x, where I accidentally sat on some guy's lap. Awkward apologies were exchanged, and the very second he was able he moved seats. I was finally home free.
Theme song: Take The Long Way Home. Wheeeee, Supertramp!
On the plus and totally unrelated side, I had a fabulous hair day today. The mile or so walk didn't destroy it, either.
Tonight, I sat at the bus stop by work. And sat and sat and sat. This isn't unusual. That route is hardly reliable. Finally, after fifteen bajillion people walked by me, some guy named Jeff (he had a name badge) stopped and told me it would be, like, two hours before the route would be back to normal, on account of the crackhead who plowed into a gas pump up on E. Roy. I think one must have to be really high to be unable to avoid speeding up and taking out a gas pump. Anyway, you cannot tell me one of those other fourteen people walking away from the scene of the crime didn't know the scoop and couldn't have shared it with me. Jeff admired my tattoo and made me uncomfortable as he walked me back to the office, regaling me with stories of his arthritic hips which he got from too much bike riding.
I fled Jeff, grabbed a pair of sneakers from my office closet (ha ha, mock me now, you shoe-mockers!) and walked to Broadway and E. John. Got on the #8, tripped over a tenant from my former employer, the Vermin Inn, avoided chit chat with him, made a pit stop at Bartell's in Lower QA, barely hopped on the #2x, where I accidentally sat on some guy's lap. Awkward apologies were exchanged, and the very second he was able he moved seats. I was finally home free.
Theme song: Take The Long Way Home. Wheeeee, Supertramp!
On the plus and totally unrelated side, I had a fabulous hair day today. The mile or so walk didn't destroy it, either.
