What a day ... so far
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That is about the last I saw of the bus as it hopped away, leaving 4 of us still standing on the same patch of sidewalk we all collectively had inhabited for the past 15 minutes. It's one thing for a bus to be late. But for a bus to stop, accidentally lurch forward and almost knock over the cyclist who was unracking his bike from the front of the bus, have the driver complain that she did nothing wrong, and then drive off in a huff without letting any of us onto the bus? Holy cow! What gives!
This was only sort of the start of things this morning.
I woke up feeling a bit icky from the 3 glasses of red I had taken down the night before---my limit is usually 2. I love red wine but I know too much makes me feel all weird.
After an energizing shower, I actually bothered to do my hair. Not that I'm the greatest stylist or anything (ha! I'm so wash-and-wear...) but you know I did a little effort of flipping my hair around, spraying it, and brushing it neatly. So not more than a minute out of the door a nice gust of wind cruising up the San Francisco streets flips my hair in reverse. Crikey. Fortunately most of the hairspray was dry but even still it kinda mussed things up.
So not having been able to take the #5473 bus meant I had to hoof it for another 3/4 of a mile---not a long distance mind you, but in the warm sun and hilly terrain you can work up a decent sweat. Of course, my eau de toilette doesn't mix well with eau de bum off of da street, who happened to cut in ahead of me at Safeway while I was waiting in line at Customer Service. Yay. Somehow that kind of stank lingers, you know?
Waiting for the train/trolley this morning was generally uneventful, but because it is so darned warm and the waiting island is in direct sunlight you do tend to get toasty. I didn't really notice how warm it was until I took off the backpack and the moist ridge of my tank turned icy cold in the breeze. Ew.
And finally I get to the cafe I wanted to work at and the open table I found was this tiny midget table. (No offense intended to the vertically challenged.) But the idea of crooning over my food (and laptop) seems like a bad idea for my back. So I sat there for like 20 minutes picking at my food and browsing until a higher table opened up next to me.
And that was my morning.
That is about the last I saw of the bus as it hopped away, leaving 4 of us still standing on the same patch of sidewalk we all collectively had inhabited for the past 15 minutes. It's one thing for a bus to be late. But for a bus to stop, accidentally lurch forward and almost knock over the cyclist who was unracking his bike from the front of the bus, have the driver complain that she did nothing wrong, and then drive off in a huff without letting any of us onto the bus? Holy cow! What gives!
This was only sort of the start of things this morning.
I woke up feeling a bit icky from the 3 glasses of red I had taken down the night before---my limit is usually 2. I love red wine but I know too much makes me feel all weird.
After an energizing shower, I actually bothered to do my hair. Not that I'm the greatest stylist or anything (ha! I'm so wash-and-wear...) but you know I did a little effort of flipping my hair around, spraying it, and brushing it neatly. So not more than a minute out of the door a nice gust of wind cruising up the San Francisco streets flips my hair in reverse. Crikey. Fortunately most of the hairspray was dry but even still it kinda mussed things up.
So not having been able to take the #5473 bus meant I had to hoof it for another 3/4 of a mile---not a long distance mind you, but in the warm sun and hilly terrain you can work up a decent sweat. Of course, my eau de toilette doesn't mix well with eau de bum off of da street, who happened to cut in ahead of me at Safeway while I was waiting in line at Customer Service. Yay. Somehow that kind of stank lingers, you know?
Waiting for the train/trolley this morning was generally uneventful, but because it is so darned warm and the waiting island is in direct sunlight you do tend to get toasty. I didn't really notice how warm it was until I took off the backpack and the moist ridge of my tank turned icy cold in the breeze. Ew.
And finally I get to the cafe I wanted to work at and the open table I found was this tiny midget table. (No offense intended to the vertically challenged.) But the idea of crooning over my food (and laptop) seems like a bad idea for my back. So I sat there for like 20 minutes picking at my food and browsing until a higher table opened up next to me.
And that was my morning.
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