This morning I tried to zip up my tube skirt, and it dawned on me, my bunt cake had caught up with me.
Last Sunday, I baked a cake with raisins, cocoa, and spoon full of crunchy peanut butter, to mix it all in a lumpy batter. This was the breakfast, lunch, and dinner of my hibernation day.
Last Sunday, I baked a cake with raisins, cocoa, and spoon full of crunchy peanut butter, to mix it all in a lumpy batter. This was the breakfast, lunch, and dinner of my hibernation day.
Today, to make amends, I parked the car in Metro train station and took the train and bus to work. Immediately I was reminded why I had stopped taking public transportation, for some time now.
Although there were a few empty seats, a man chose to stand right in front of me. Was it necessary I witness up close his stained khaki pants, discolored stripped shirt (extended my his expansive mid section), and his ugly tie which did not match his attire? I was tempted to suggest he stop at the downtown thrift shop for a change of wardrobe. I was tempted to tell him lots more, given that his crotch was in my personal space.
While sitting in the bus I transferred to, I was entranced by a woman who had tattooed the upper portion of her lips upwards; the sharp lines almost touched her nostrils. This tattoo resembled the Joker in Batman, which Jack Nicholson played. (I’m not kidding!).
This is the 1st time I took bus to new location in Commerce. I exited at wrong stop. Inhaling deep breaths of smog expelled by the massive trucks wheezing by, I made the interminable trek to my destination (about a mile).
My throat was arid, the sun pitiless, my lips parched; and my tongue felt like sand paper. There was no where to buy a soda, or bottle of water in this industrial area. To see a lunch truck, would have been like a mirage of a waterfall in the desert.
Eventually I arrived, my tongue hanging out, with a sheen of perspiration covering my lower back, and valley of my cleavage.
Although there were a few empty seats, a man chose to stand right in front of me. Was it necessary I witness up close his stained khaki pants, discolored stripped shirt (extended my his expansive mid section), and his ugly tie which did not match his attire? I was tempted to suggest he stop at the downtown thrift shop for a change of wardrobe. I was tempted to tell him lots more, given that his crotch was in my personal space.
While sitting in the bus I transferred to, I was entranced by a woman who had tattooed the upper portion of her lips upwards; the sharp lines almost touched her nostrils. This tattoo resembled the Joker in Batman, which Jack Nicholson played. (I’m not kidding!).
This is the 1st time I took bus to new location in Commerce. I exited at wrong stop. Inhaling deep breaths of smog expelled by the massive trucks wheezing by, I made the interminable trek to my destination (about a mile).
My throat was arid, the sun pitiless, my lips parched; and my tongue felt like sand paper. There was no where to buy a soda, or bottle of water in this industrial area. To see a lunch truck, would have been like a mirage of a waterfall in the desert.
Eventually I arrived, my tongue hanging out, with a sheen of perspiration covering my lower back, and valley of my cleavage.
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Need to post something which I found disturbing. While paying for my dinner at a fast food place, a young girl with elaborate make-up, could not give me the accurate change. I told her the amount she needed to give me, her manager corroborated the amount as well. Seems, I had thrown her off, when I gave her coins as well as the $10 bill. If these are our future care givers, and leaders - God help us.
Now why would I ever repeat this public transport experience? Well, just so happens if things are challenging, they tend to peak my interest. I also read somewhere that the destination is not so much the objective as the journey itself.
I plan to get a monthly bus pass, and take it 3 x per week
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"We deem those happy
who from the experience of life
have learned to bear its ills
without being overcome by them."
~ Carl Jung
