So........a Sunday night.......with wine, wine and more wine.
It stands to reason that after such a fruit-full evening, I would wake up post-8 a.m. and remember that Monday is a street cleaning day and I'm parked on a Monday block. Cue up the mad running down Dorchester Street, once again.
What a joy upon getting there to discover the Mazda's right back tire flat to the ground. The conspiracy theorist in me posits that a slasher took umbrage with my Obama '08 bumper sticker, which I stuck on the back bumper last Thursday...the last time I drove it, when all four tires were still full of air.
Or else it was just the tire's time to die. Sigh.
So I went back to my apartment to pick up my backpack, strap on boots, head to the bus. Only to realize that my wallet wasn't in my backpack. After another round of frantic conspiracy-theorizing with my cats about Republicans, I realized I had left it on my friend's dining room table last night....after returning from the liquor store with the bottles of wine.
Which then meant I had to scrounge the change mug for bus fare.... and then an additional $1.45 in nickels to pay for a muffin on the way....as I had socialized the night before rather than grocery shopped, and therefore had nothing to eat for breakfast and no other money in hand to buy something.
Humbled, thrice. Amen.
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Hmmm...that sounds like most of my days living in Boston. As a leisurely Florida girl, I was ill equipped to handle the strict, random rules and frantic pace that makes it much more difficult just to get by on a daily basis in northern cities. Hope your Tuesday starts off better than your Monday.
If it makes you feel any better, I was an hour late to work today b/c my alarm clock has pre-programmed dates for DST that are apparently incorrect. It set itself back an hour two weeks too early. On the bright side, I got an extra hour of much needed sleep!
Sounds like your Monday was similar to mine. Good thing it's over!
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