Thursday, September 24, 2009

Ironic

Remember the sidewalks I was talking about and how I am inceasantly tripping on them??? Well ironically last week I was running for my bus (remember how much I like those) with my heavy sidebag in tow, and tripped on the uneven tiles and proceeded to make it all the way to the ground this time. Yes; I fell. I had some speed behind me so I skidded a bit on the rough ground. I even managed to rip two holes in my jeans and skin my knee and a bit of my right hand. It wasn't until the next day that I realized I had a tiny bit of glass in my left hand as well. Of course to fit with Murphy's Law the bus left without me even though I was only ten feet away. I was left to wait another twenty minutes at the bus stop trying to dust myself off and relieve myself of any bitterness towards the bus driver for leaving me after such a dramatic attempt to catch him. Its not his fault he has a schedule to keep.
I still had to go to my Spanish class after this. I'm not going to lie; I was hoping for a bit of sympathy from my tutor, but she hardly noticed my dirty blouse and ripped jeans or torn palm. She did ask if I wanted a glass of water though. I didn't want it.


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