Just one of those days...
and I'm talking a 24 hour period, not from morning to night.
It started yesterday when Caris and Cheyenne went down the store and upon entering my card into the ATM, lost it.
I called the bank whose ATM ate my card, but apparently that was a lost cause because when an ATM eats your card, it's shredded. Just like that.
So I had to call my bank to get a new card issued and then wondered how I was going to get to work the next day when all I had was 50 cents in my purse.
I've been working on the "no cash" policy and working on only using my card for purchases, but fuck that for a joke if shit like this is going to happen. I was stressed out to the max for a good three hours until my next door neighbour came to the rescue.
I woke up this morning and went to go to my comp and I must have done too much at once because the bastid froze on me and I had to do a hard reboot.
Went to start it again and my start button fell apart in my hands.
Oh no...
I'm not even going to pretend that I know what I did to start my comp up again but suffice it to say I'm real glad I didn't electrocute myself because while I was fiddling with the button and the wires coming out of it, it suddenly started on it's own and after I'd stopped shitting myself from what might have been a near death experience, I gave a small cheer and waited for everything to load up.
Note to self: Get that fixed.
Next up was my train ride into Perth.
That in itself was uneventful but when I got off the train and was bustling with the rest of the plebs to get out of the station I nearly collided with some man's ass that was suddenly right in front of me.
You know how in what amounts to the blink of an eye you can think and see many different things?
Here's what I thought and saw:
Oh my fucking god those are the worst coloured trousers I have ever seen in my life what is that mustard yellow? holy shit those aren't trousers those are jocks and ewww is that a shit stain? I think he has the runs cos that colour ain't right and it's runny and oh my god his trousers must have fallen down yup there he goes pulling them back up again oh what the fuck the shit stain has come through to his trousers so that's recent or it could be old and he's been wearing those pants for three days oh my god what if he did that on the train? has he shit on the seat too and how long was he sitting there in order for the shit to grind itself into the seat cos those fuckers are cloth and oh my god I am SO never sitting on a seat in the train ever again I wonder what his face looks like so I know what to avoid oh well I've just walked past him and now I'll never know because fucked if I'm going to look back oh look at those people walking past me glance at each other with disgust and surprise on their faces I'll bet they saw it too.
About 6 seconds was all it took for all of that to run through my mind.
It was not pretty and to think I nearly ran into the back of him and I would have had poop all over the front of my immaculate jacket and skirt so really, in light of the previous occurrences during that 24 hours, I guess you could say that my guardian angel had come off his lunch break and was back in charge.
Jack Bauer eat your heart out. All you get is stupid gunfire and terrorists.
Posted By: Lint | 11:43 AM | Lint
