~Tuesday~ As I was walking up to the city bus stop, a student (at least he was young and wore a backpack) walked past me, presumably walking down to the Wolfline stop at Gorman and Kaplan. I had to resist saying, “Excuse me. Are you a student? ‘Cause if you are, you can just catch the city bus here instead of walking all the way down Kaplan to Gorman. However:
- It was none of my business, and
- He’d’ve had to ‘ve had a GoPass card to ride free.
An Asian guy who lives in a townhouse across from mine and has recently been catching the bus at my stop, threw his right arm out, while beating the top of that right shoulder with the palm of his other hand. Out of the corner of my eye, it looked like some kind of bird flapping its wing. Either that, or some kind of exercise you learn in an infomercial, minus the gadget you were supposed to buy to make it not look so ridiculous when you do it.
On the bus, another cell phone patron felt it necessary to let everyone in the vicinity know that she needed help paying her light bill from the person on the other end of the line. “ALL I NEED YOU TO DO IS HELP ME PAY THE LIGHT BILL.” I found myself wondering if she had her lights on a totally separate account, or if the person would also be helping to pay the toaster bill, the TV bill, the refrigerator bill, and the curling iron bill. But I digress…
After a long silence on her end of the line, during which I took in her leather coat, leather purse, and presumably leather boots that she presumably didn’t need help to pay for this month, she reiterated, “ALL I’M ASKING YOU TO DO IS PAY MY LIGHT BILL.”
This is the first time I’ve seen an ad on the bus for a “real,” off-campus business:
Well, Try Transit Week is over, so no one’s riding free with their bike, no one’s bringing in canned goods for the Food Bank, and no one’s saying thank you.
I spent a good portion of my day working on my presentation, Writing for the Web, which I’m delivering on Thursday from 1:00-2:00. While I was reviewing what my colleague, Leslie, wanted in the presentation, I noticed a professional affirmation at the bottom of the e-mail that I’d missed when I first received it:
| I have a lot of respect for the work you do, and can’t believe I had not thought of you myself when Jen suggested you as a possible facilitator! |
I was supposed to have lunch with Susan Katz, but she checked in mid-morning, having to cancel. I ended up buying two hot dogs from the street vendor whose cart is set up in front of the Wachovia, one block away from my work building. After lunch we put out the leftover ice cream from Jude’s retirement gathering, along with all the toppings and we had a dessert fest.
Speaking of Jude, she dropped by the office today to deliver thank you cards, and the one she got for me was just beautiful:
Robert asked if I’d be interested in going to Asheville the weekend after my birthday to celebrate it, since this coming weekend I’ll be in Salt Lake City. Later in the evening I made a hotel reservation for us. I used points so it’s going to be free. Yay, that.
Casey and I both blew off exercising tonight. Casey cooked spaghetti for dinner, adding chourico and mushrooms to the sauce, and it was killer. He whipped up some garlic bread to go with it, too. Thanks, my friend!
I watched last Tuesday’s Britney/Brittany Glee episode with which I was disappointed for a few reasons:
- I don’t really know Britney Spears that well, so I couldn’t even recognize in her in several of the scenes that she was presumably in. (Evidently, presumably is my word for the day.)
- Although all of the songs in the episode (I’m pretty sure) were her songs, I only recognized Toxic.
- It was more like a “music video night,” which is to say that the plot was barely advanced, in my opinion.