There are days I hate this shit. Not to the level that I would want to drive in rush hour, but like I should really do something where I can telecommute our something. But without the tele-, hate talking on the phone.
Today’s evening commute started with either my bus being a no show or really early or double-dog really late. Either way in an effort to make it home faster I chose option two. Option two isn’t too bad except that it’s second leg starts up with a crap incline to the stop, has every dreg of the u-district on it, and meanders through half of Seattle. In an effort to get home earlier I text the wif my regarding predicament as, if I stay on the first bus over stop and five extra minutes I end up at the Northgate park-and-ride. Which, if she picks me up there cuts off 15 minutes to hour of my commute with 20 minutes of her efforts. Unfortunately, she didn’t get back to me until I was already off the bus and waking up to the bus stop where my bus is leaving.
But I digress, did I mention the fuck head with his vaporizer? Guy obviously didn’t get the memo that that shit isn’t cool on the bus, otherwise I’d be drinking from a hip flask and in a much better mood. And then some ass got on the bus, and despite my still, relatively, svelte frame he couldn’t shit down without half ways sitting on my leg. This guy proceeds to watch, with what I can only assume is a simpleton’s wonderment me playing sudoku. Now if he had been rich our influential and saw my mad puzzle solving skills that works have been cool, but he got off in the u-district, so I can only assume he’s an intern.
Now I’m on the 48, with practically an empty bus meandering around Greenlake, posting to a blog about first world problems.
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