Retardedly optimistic
Change=excitement.
I’m quitting my job post dentist appointment (to fix a year-old cracked filling) next week. The “new life” excitement steeps in my belly today.
Last Tuesday I lost my Muni pass. I was itching for my Ben n Jerry’s fix. It was raining, so I bolted across the street to avoid getting wet. The next day, I realized I didn’t have my Muni pass. It resided in the outside pocket of my wallet, so after searching every inch of my backpack and room, I assumed it fell out during the mad dash for ice cream. I’ve been riding Muni without a pass in the morning (they never check at the above ground stops) and paying the buck fitty for the ride home (they always check in the underground stations). Yesterday, Muni paid me back by not picking me up as the bus driver took off without opening his doors. During the sprint to catch the bus that neglected its potential passengers, I lost my backup Muni pass (a three day deal I’ve had since I moved out here) and missed the bus anyway. I angrily shelled out $8 for a cab ride so I wouldn’t arrive late to my doctor’s appointment. Disgruntled, I thought I’d just ride it out until next month. No big deal. Can’t do anything about it. I’ll just continue the free ride in the morning and pay for the trip home.
Last night I kicked off all my blankets and woke up freezing. Grabbed my robe, threw my blankets back on the bed, and noticed a shiny purple piece of paper peeking out from underneath my bed. My original Muni pass. Very funny, Muni.
So, this morning, I jumped on the second crowded train to pass (couldn’t squeeze my way into the first). We go a few stops and when we get to the station, the driver informs us all that the Muni enforcers will be checking passes as we get off the train. No pass = $115 fine.
Maybe there isn’t a moral to the story, but I found it pretty funny.
Off subject:
I know I have mentioned it before, but I repeat the thought because I think a certain roommate needs a certain amount of “get off your ass, goddammit” encouragement to reach rockstardom. So talented. So amazing. Thanks for the performance. Inspirational. Brilliant. All the good stuff. NOW GO PLAY FOR PEOPLE OUTSIDE THE HOUSE.
Off subject x 2:
This is f’n hilarious.
I’m quitting my job post dentist appointment (to fix a year-old cracked filling) next week. The “new life” excitement steeps in my belly today.
Last Tuesday I lost my Muni pass. I was itching for my Ben n Jerry’s fix. It was raining, so I bolted across the street to avoid getting wet. The next day, I realized I didn’t have my Muni pass. It resided in the outside pocket of my wallet, so after searching every inch of my backpack and room, I assumed it fell out during the mad dash for ice cream. I’ve been riding Muni without a pass in the morning (they never check at the above ground stops) and paying the buck fitty for the ride home (they always check in the underground stations). Yesterday, Muni paid me back by not picking me up as the bus driver took off without opening his doors. During the sprint to catch the bus that neglected its potential passengers, I lost my backup Muni pass (a three day deal I’ve had since I moved out here) and missed the bus anyway. I angrily shelled out $8 for a cab ride so I wouldn’t arrive late to my doctor’s appointment. Disgruntled, I thought I’d just ride it out until next month. No big deal. Can’t do anything about it. I’ll just continue the free ride in the morning and pay for the trip home.
Last night I kicked off all my blankets and woke up freezing. Grabbed my robe, threw my blankets back on the bed, and noticed a shiny purple piece of paper peeking out from underneath my bed. My original Muni pass. Very funny, Muni.
So, this morning, I jumped on the second crowded train to pass (couldn’t squeeze my way into the first). We go a few stops and when we get to the station, the driver informs us all that the Muni enforcers will be checking passes as we get off the train. No pass = $115 fine.
Maybe there isn’t a moral to the story, but I found it pretty funny.
Off subject:
I know I have mentioned it before, but I repeat the thought because I think a certain roommate needs a certain amount of “get off your ass, goddammit” encouragement to reach rockstardom. So talented. So amazing. Thanks for the performance. Inspirational. Brilliant. All the good stuff. NOW GO PLAY FOR PEOPLE OUTSIDE THE HOUSE.
Off subject x 2:
This is f’n hilarious.
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