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But first:
Good: I got my fat tax refund. Good Sister calls me "speedy".
Bad: I can't spend it because I may need to use it to help recover my mother's house. I've already promised GS that I'd save it.
OK, back to commuting. I patted myself on the back for being a little early out the door. Of course I jinxed myself: we were one stop north of the bridge that I cross on my southbound bus when, thanks to being in a handicapped seat, I heard the dude on the radio to drivers on my route. There was an accident up ahead, and they were to be rerouted. The best part: as we crawled across the bridge, the radio dude came on again to reroute the reroute in order to use a different bridge. Le sigh.
But the real fun was as we were trying to rejoin the regular route. The driver almost turned the wrong way on a one way street. I was the only one who said, "This is 4th!" It's supposed to be 3rd Ave. The driver asked the help of passengers to avoid a collision as he backed up in a sixty-foot articulated bus. Bonkers!
Amazingly enough, I got to work only five minutes late.
Good: I got my fat tax refund. Good Sister calls me "speedy".
Bad: I can't spend it because I may need to use it to help recover my mother's house. I've already promised GS that I'd save it.
OK, back to commuting. I patted myself on the back for being a little early out the door. Of course I jinxed myself: we were one stop north of the bridge that I cross on my southbound bus when, thanks to being in a handicapped seat, I heard the dude on the radio to drivers on my route. There was an accident up ahead, and they were to be rerouted. The best part: as we crawled across the bridge, the radio dude came on again to reroute the reroute in order to use a different bridge. Le sigh.
But the real fun was as we were trying to rejoin the regular route. The driver almost turned the wrong way on a one way street. I was the only one who said, "This is 4th!" It's supposed to be 3rd Ave. The driver asked the help of passengers to avoid a collision as he backed up in a sixty-foot articulated bus. Bonkers!
Amazingly enough, I got to work only five minutes late.
