So, it’s not bad enough that I lost my PC on Sunday, but I had to endure the worst day of my life yesterday. I apologize for the following rant, but I have to vent somehow… 'sides, some of you may find this funny, and laugh at my expense. [SIZE=1]you bastards[/SIZE]
Anyway, here it goes:
Monday night we got a little bit of snow (it was snowing on my way home from work). It wasn’t very bad, only like an inch, and a little-bit of ice. Nothing too severe, and for St. Louis, that’s a laughable amount of snow. So yesterday (Tuesday) morning, I get up, as usual, around 6:30, and hopped in the shower, only to find out that there was no hot water. It sucked. I was cold. Brr.
Now, I don’t drive, don’t own a car… someday I hope to be able to afford one, but right now, all my $$$ is going right to rent/food/utilities, etc… so I have to take the bus. Two buses, to be exact. The first one arrived perfectly on time, no problems. After a 15 minute ride, I get to my stop, get off the bus, and ran to the St. Louis Bread, Co. and bought a bagel. I then went back outside, crossed the street, and waited for bus number 2. Bus 2 (the No. 66 Clayton-Airport) runs from Clayton (which is where I was waiting) all the way out through Lambert Airport, and out to Hazelwood, where it stops right there at the entrance to my work. It’s about a 50 minute ride, when it’s running a little slow. It arrives at my stop at 8:34, and then I get to work between 9:15 and 9:25. I start work at 9:30. While I am standing there, a coworker of mine gets off another bus, and stands over by me, and then the bus-driver who is going to drive our bus, once it arrives, and the shift-change happens. It’s now 8:15 am. At 8:40, there is still no bus, and the bus-driver calls base on his cell-phone, and I hear: “You don’t know where it is…? okay… I’ll call back if I don’t see it…”
My coworker and I look at each other with raised eye-brows… :h::h: Due to other bus problems, I’m on my last Tardy, meaning that if I’m ever late again, I get canned… I can still be absent without being in trouble… so I’m starting to anticipate a day off from work.
8:50 rolls around, still no bus. The Bus driver is now talking on his cell-phone every 2 minutes, and also asking the other drivers from other buses passing through the area if they’ve seen the bus. None have. At 9:10, the Bus driver gives up, and hops on a bus heading back to the base. I’ve given up, since now I have no plans on taking a 50 minute bus ride, and getting there at 9:30. So I call out from work. Now comes problem number 2…
i don’t have a key to my house, and my wife is at school. The reason I don’t have a key, is due to the fact that I got a key, used it for a week, and then it disappeared off my desk one day, and no one seemed to know where it went, and i haven’t had a chance to get a new one made. So, from my current location, I am one bus away from home, and one (different bus) away from my wife’s college. I call my wife on her cell, and she is a little upset, but says that if I meet her at the school, she’ll give me her key, and then I can take the 2 buses back home. So, I hop on the 52 bus, ride to the school. Head inside, and Text Message my wife: “I’m here. What room are you in?”… no response. So I messaged again: “Do you want me to wait here, by the cafeteria? Or want me to come to your room?” no answer. i message, and try to call for a strait hour and 25 minutes (it’s now 10:47), and then she finally calls me, and says: “My class isn’t out until 10:25! Stop calling! I’m in class!!” “10:25?! It’s 10:48 right now… what room are you in, so I can just run up there and you can step out, and get the keys…” “Just wait, It’ll meet you down there in a few minutes…”
So now, I’m waiting another 15 minutes before her class (which was out at 10:25) before she calls me, and says to meet her in front of the cousler’s offices… I go upstairs, and she’s sitting on a bench, digging in her purse.
I say Hi, she says I look like hell, and then I tell her that I’ve been out in the cold for the last 4 hours. She’s still digging in her purse, and then she’s digging in her coat pocket… and then her backpack… and then she looks at me with big, huge eyes… :stunned: “you left your keys at home… didn’t you…”
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“Crap.”
:stunned:
“We’re locked out of the house.”
<nod>
“Well, crap.”
So, then I sat the bench, and stared at the wall for a good half-hour, while my wife spoke with her cousler. She had classes until 6 tonight, and I wasn’t planning on sitting around 'till then… My wife tells me that she thinks that one of our windows is unlocked, so, with this possibility in hand, I say my goodbyes, and head back to the bus stop. Hop on the 52 bus, then get off at the same stop I was on before, and then hop on the 47 back home. Back at my house, I find our bedroom window is unlocked, but i have to scale 5 feet of brick wall to get to the window, and manage to climb head-first through the window, and tumble onto my floor, expertly knocking everything within 5 feet of the window onto the floor, and twisting my spine in a “3” shape in the process… I lay there for about 10 minutes, staring at the ceiling before crawling into the kichen to put something in my stomache… all-in-all, I managed to make it back home by 1:00pm…
I don’t know which god/goddess I angered, but anyone know how to tell them: “Sorry, guy… Just kidding…”
