Happy Monday indeed.

I just nailed down date number three with the Proprietress. It's like she's a mind reader or something. Yes, I'm going to have to make you wait for the date to find out what that means. I like her a lot and I'm seriously psyched.

commute excitement

#1: At probably the busiest stop inbound, the driver had trouble getting a wheelchair out of its restraints and had to stop the bus and tell everyone to get off. This may be because the guy in the wheelchair started moving before he was completely undone; I heard the driver tell him to wait at one point. You know, if manufacturers can (finally!) get standard attachment points for infant and child car seats, they can do the same for wheelchairs on buses.

#2: I got on another bus, and at the second busiest inbound stop, there was a younger woman pushing an older man in a wheelchair onto the bus, both of whom looked as if they'd seen better days. Well, she started to get the chair on the bus, but he dug his feet in on the pavement and refused to get on the bus. The girl started screaming at the guy in the chair. The driver finally said he was retracting the ramp and going because, "He's messed up." The man in the chair was doubled over, and definitely didn't want to get on the bus. Le sigh.

I hope the folks in the wheelchairs got the help they needed. And you couldn't pay me enough to drive a bus in a big city.

shoe woe

Dr. Gaydude just confirmed it: I have an early-stage bunion on my right foot. Yes, there are devices like toe separators that one can wear to ameliorate such things, and cutting way down on the wearing of heels as I have is a good idea, but by far the most effective course of action is to stop wearing pointy shoes.

[Darth Vader voice] Noooooooo!

I have - let me count - no fewer than five seven nine pairs of beautiful, pointy Fluevogs, plus two pairs of cowboy boots. I don't want to feel as if I'm being stabbed in the ball of the foot with every step, but... but... shoooooz! Booooootz!