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Monday, August 20th, 2007
Today was so shitty, I cried. But it probably mostly had to do with an excess of hunger and frustration. Plus too many other people and their bicycles.
It started out okay. I got to work on time despite being confronted early on with the bicycle factor when I had to pass on a bus with a full bike rack.
The day passed uneventfully enough. I had plenty to occupy my attention today and even managed to finish my homework assignment of vectoring an apple (probably the best looking apple among the class's submissions).
Things didn't start getting sticky until I was heading home. I missed my first bus by a scant few seconds but while I knew this would mean me getting home a half hour later, I decided not to sweat it and read a book while I waited for the next one.
The next bus came and I taxied (can that term be applied to bikes?) my bike to the front of the bus and the bike rack, only to find a repeat of this morning. At that moment I knew I'd be an hour behind on my two hour plus trip home and I wouldn't have a chance to do all my errands. Forget running by the bike shop for parts and definitely forget stopping by the bank's ATM.
I rode over a block to try to catch another line, hoping it would come sooner than the one I'd been waiting for. I called my boyfriend to kill some time and asked him to check the online trip planner which resulted in a game of hot potato with the phone on his end between him and his wife. Neither of them seemed able to navigate the application to any great result and when I ended up missing the next bus (which turned out to be running by the stop I'd deserted), I said a curt goodbye. Twenty minutes for a five minute task.
At this point I'd reached the pinnacle of frustration with my situation. I was realizing the bike I'd recently purchased had been a mistake as it was a poor fit and had one tire that kept going flat. I was hungry and I wasn't going to get home until 10pm.
I gave in and trudged over to Del Taco where they promptly messed up my order and I sat outside eating my greasy food and contemplating everything that was going wrong with my life.
After indulging in my self-pity, I finally managed to board my bus without trouble and occupied myself by reading Tank Girl comics. Near my stop, the woman sitting forward and next to me exited the bus. I looked up and noticed she'd lost a can of Coke. The can was dented but frosty cold. Not a fan of Coke, but it felt like a little blessing at that point in the day.
Of course my bike with the flat tire defeats the purpose of me having a bike. I contemplated ways of getting rid of it and making up the money I lost on it while I picked up groceries and walked everything home.
Anyone want a dark blue vintage Huffy Key Largo?
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