5 March
I have definitely decided that the vans are the best public transportation in all the land.
I was walking to the stop yesterday, and I turned the corner so that I could see the street but was still two blocks away, and of course there was a van pulling away, but it sort of slowed down and honked, so I waved, and it pulled over and waited for me!
So I ran up, and was thrilled as can be, and we rode into the city and as we got near the Port Authority, I reached into my pocket for my money...
And realized that I hadn't brought any.
I had my wallet and my bank card, but I had stuffed my actual money into my change purse, which I had left in the pocket of the trousers that I had worn the day before. So I sort of slunk up to the driver and said "Um, I forgot my money, but I have my bank card, so let me just go to the bank and I'll bring you the money in five minutes!"
And he said "Don't worry about it!" And I said "No, really, I'll just go to the bank and..." and he said "Another time will be fine! Don't worry about it!"
What a civilized form of travel. They wait for you and then you don't have to pay!
Still don't have the program I need on my computer at work.
New Chick was mentioning to Mayur that maybe he should come in and install it, and he insisted it was already there. It took the both of us twenty minutes, reading off every single thing in that computer, until he said "Well, it was there yesterday! They must have removed it!"
I, of course, being the born trouble-maker that I am, skipped off to Doug to tattle. "Mayur says that if I don't have the system on my computer, it's because you took it out!" I said, just to see the steam come out of his ears.
Just trying to keep things interesting around the office.
So after work I finally went over to Debbie's to take pictures of baby Paul.
I had been meaning to go literally every single day for the past two weeks, but for various reasons I have been unable to do so, but today I was over my cold and done with work at 7p, so I chugged up to Queens.
What a cute baby! Deb took it amiss that I said that he looked like a frog (it's not personal! All new babies look like frogs!). She said that rather, he looks like a Perdue Oven-Stuffer Roaster.
It all has to do with the way he holds his legs.
So after I got home I went to the store because there are some things that a person just cannot live without for one more day (kitty litter), and while I was there I remembered that Judy had come to me and said:
"You're on my list! We're having a little party on Friday to congratulate the Head of Billing on getting married! What do you want to bring?"
And I said "You mean she has a kid and is about to pop a second one and she only just got married? What's to congratulate?"
I was joking, of course, and I'm bringing my bread pudding, which meant that I had to buy bread, a somewhat indispensable ingredient. Well, it's quite a trick to find a decent loaf of bread at 11p! I only need seven slices, and all there were were these massive pound and a half loaves, and I couldn't bear the thought of wasting all of that bread. There was a whole wall of small loaves, but they were all this stuff called potato bread.
I don't think it's too much to ask of a loaf of bread that it not have any potatoes in it.
Of course, as Fran (The Man Who is Not a Lesbian) said:
"Any horse's ass can make bread out of wheat! It's takes real finesse to make bread out of a sack of potatoes!"
Ended up with a loaf of Lite bread (bleh) for two bucks. Twice as much as the big loaves, but not so much to let rot.
And 100% potato-free!
One year ago today:
I'm getting very boring.
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