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Mar. 18th, 2008 07:49 amI am so soaking wet right now that it’s not even funny. And in the not good way, either.
Had to take out the trash this morning, and was doing so when the bus came. Bus is at stop, I walk over to it. I’m maybe half of one house width away when it starts pulling away. WTF? I begin waving my arms and running a bit to close the gap, but the lady keeps driving. And then I run around to the other side of the block to catch it as it goes past there and she does the exact same thing. That’s scary, to be honest, that she couldn’t see me waving my arms there. What if I had been a car? (You know, just being there. A car waving its arms would be something to see. And even scarier had she missed it.)
So I had to drive, which means I had to park and walk the half mile or so, and it’s raining like a bitch. My clothes are soaked through. And worse, so is my backpack. I’m afraid to even open it up and see what it’s like inside. *sigh*
Turned out I had too much work to do last night to finish my blood donation post, so that’ll have to happen tonight (would be right now, but we’re talking so much work—mostly a large section of reading from the play we’re reading in Spanish that took a while; it only took so long because I thought it was about 4x longer than it actually was and ended up back-reading a good 35 pages that we’d already covered—that I’m still not done).
Had to take out the trash this morning, and was doing so when the bus came. Bus is at stop, I walk over to it. I’m maybe half of one house width away when it starts pulling away. WTF? I begin waving my arms and running a bit to close the gap, but the lady keeps driving. And then I run around to the other side of the block to catch it as it goes past there and she does the exact same thing. That’s scary, to be honest, that she couldn’t see me waving my arms there. What if I had been a car? (You know, just being there. A car waving its arms would be something to see. And even scarier had she missed it.)
So I had to drive, which means I had to park and walk the half mile or so, and it’s raining like a bitch. My clothes are soaked through. And worse, so is my backpack. I’m afraid to even open it up and see what it’s like inside. *sigh*
Turned out I had too much work to do last night to finish my blood donation post, so that’ll have to happen tonight (would be right now, but we’re talking so much work—mostly a large section of reading from the play we’re reading in Spanish that took a while; it only took so long because I thought it was about 4x longer than it actually was and ended up back-reading a good 35 pages that we’d already covered—that I’m still not done).
