8.12.2005

TGIF

Happy Friday, everyone. I'm tired of slogging it out for the week and looking forward to a little R&R.

I managed to pick it back up and get to the gym 2 more times this week. 4 out of 5 days ain't bad, right? I'll go tomorrow, too. I will. Yes, I will! I'll make it 5 out of 6. I ain't promising 6 out of 7.

I've been ignoring house work this week (been doing the bare minumum), so I'm gonna have to do some of that. Other than that, my plate is empty -- just the way I like it (when it comes to things I gotta do, anyway -- otherwise, I like my plate full, which is why I need to go to the gym).

I might need to spend some time investigating cell phones. We've got these Motorola T-720s that we've had for eons and I'm not sure we want to stay w/Cingular anymore. I'm not that impressed and the phones don't work inside the house (like there's some kind of force field preventing us from having a conversation without about 10 instances of "can you hear me now? Fuck!"). Actually, they seem to work a little better these days, but it's still spotty. Wondering if Verizon or T-Mobile might be the cure for that. They get good marks from Consumer Reports on cell service and customer satisfaction. Better than Cingular, anyway!

I thought there was something I'd seen recently that I wanted to write about. Can't remember what it was. Must not have been that exciting.

I did see one thing I thought was noteworty . . . two, actually. The first one was some old car -- a Dodge -- I don't have any idea what the model was. It was sitting in traffic at a red light. It was like a little wagon of some kind -- a cross between a Gremlin and a Rabbit, if you ask me. Ugly, and orange. Super old school, probably late 70s or early 80s. Not sure. Anyway, there was a statement lettered on the back window saying "YES, IT'S GOT A HEMI!" I wish I'd been able to take a picture of it. See? Another reason we need new phones. If I had a camera phone, I could have gotten the shot. I was all loaded down with my purse, briefcase, and tote bag and didn't want to stop to dig my digital out of the bottom of my purse. But it was funny. Trust me.

The other thing I saw that was bizarre -- not on the same day, I don't think, but still on my walk from my office to the parking garage -- was an incident with a Regional Transit bus. I was crossing the street and there were two buses stopped at the light, one in front of the other. The buses appeared to just be stopped in traffic, which is relevant because there is a bus stop not far from the intersection and there were several people waiting for the bus. So the buses are just stopped at the light; neither of them had pulled over to the curb to pick up passengers, and didn't seem intent on doing so. No big deal . . . until I start hearing some yelling as I cross the next street and look back to see some guy standing in the street, in front of the bus, yelling at the driver to let some girl (teenager or older) on the bus. The girl, in the mean time, is BEATING ON THE DOOR OF THE BUS demanding to be let on. The light changes, and traffic proceeds, but the bus can't go anywhere because the guy is still standing in front of the bus yelling at the driver. The the girl keeps beating on the door. Because, of course, if you yell at and threaten someone and demand to be let into an enclosed space with them they are very likely to roll out the red carpet. Dumbasses.

Anyway, I kept on walking and at a full block away I could still hear this yahoo yelling at the top of his lungs. I kept on going and went into the parking garage and got in my car, so I don't know exactly what happened after that. But I did finally see a bus go by, and it appeared to be totally empty. Assuming it was the same bus, he probably wasn't even running a route at the time these people were demanding to be let on. It's amazing to me that society has deteriorated to a point that they just get violent at the drop of a hat. There are few circumstances I can imagine feeling compelled to beat the hell out of a door on a bus and demand to be let on. Maybe if I was being chased by an axe murderer. I might be desperate enough then.

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