Is it too soon for another blog post from my blackberry? Probably. But I’ll do it anyway. If not now, it’ll be later, so why not now?
Okay so I got on the Canada Line, and there are always people who run up the escalator & onto the train because there’s less than a minute left. Usually I’m one of them. But this time I got to walk because there was still time. There are always people in my way who are moving slowly.
The reason I mention this, is because today there was this one guy who ran onto the train. And then he stood there next to me, panting for like five minutes. Okay, maybe it wasn’t five minutes. But it was a prolonged period of heavy breathing that seemed unnecessary. It was as if he’d just run a marathon. Okay, I’m exaggerating. A half marathon maybe. But really I shouldn’t be judging, because if I’d had to run for the train I would probably be doing the same thing. But I would try to hide it.
An old lady just pushed me out of the way so she could get off the train. She could have said excuse me. And then had I refused to move, by all means, push me. I wasn’t even in her way really. What is wrong with people?
As I was getting on the train, there were several people in front of me. I always tend to choose the wrong lineup. The slow moving one. I knew I probably wouldn’t get a seat. But then I saw a few available. But people were in my way so someone who entered from a different door got it. But I was standing beside an empty seat. But it was a priority seat for seniors and handicapped people. So I left it. Although the guy who ended up sitting there was neither handicapped nor a senior. But whatever. It’s not like I have to stand all day or anything… Oh wait, yes I do.
I want to eat some of my lunch. I packed extra food today. Because there was a small piece of Dr. Oetker pizza from last night that wasn’t enough. I ate most of it when I came home from dinner last night. It was kind of like my second dinner. Even though I’d already eaten a lot at The Red Pagoda, the vietnamese place I went to since I had an online voucher for it. I liked my food, but my friend wasn’t so impressed. The waitress spilled something on this other customer. I think they got a free dessert for it? I would’ve just comped their meal. I kind of wish she’d spilled it on me so that our dessert would have been free.
So the piece of pizza wasn’t enough so I also have a sandwich and a smaller sandwich in a bun. And I had breakfast this morning. Because I had a few extra minutes, even after spending time looking for socks. Why? Because I took a shorter shower. Why? Because I looked up and I saw a spider in there and I freaked out. Because when I looked again it wasn’t there anymore and I was like oh shit, it could be anywhere oh my God where is it?! And so I hurried and got the hell out of there. Who knows where it is now…
I made the risky move of getting on the 41 bus instead of the 43. Because of course the 43 left before I could cross the street. And the 41 came next. So I got on it. And it was slow. And I was worried. But as we got from Cambie to Granville, I saw the 43 behind us. So I made the even riskier move of getting off the 41 in attempt to switch to the 43. And I succeeded. I’d have been pissed if I’d inadvertently missed them both in the process. This 43 is quite empty too. I was pleasantly surprised. (The 43 is an express bus during peak hours that makes less stops and travels faster than the 41)
Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to eat part of my lunch. I’ll call it brunch, since it’s occurring in between breakfast and lunch.