I can’t brain today
Tuesday, July 8th, 2008It’s going to be one of those days. I knew by 8:15 this morning that it would be one of those days. You know how I knew it was going to be one of those days? I crashed last night at my friend’s cousin (with my friend). I woke up this morning and went to brush my teeth. I washed my face, and did the whole waking up hygiene thing. I turned around to grab the towel, and BAM! Banged my right knee into the corner of the tub. And it wasn’t a rounded corner, mind you. Oh, no. This was the sharpest corner ever. Besides the pain, my knee started bleeding (luckily, not very profusely). I now have a welt the size of a golf ball.
It was then time to go home. Once the bus pulled up, I started fishing through my wallet for change. Change that promptly fell under the bus. Change here is significant. You can have three coins, and have thirty shekels, which can buy you a nice dinner, or falafel and drink for two people. It’s not like in the states, where most change is less than a dollar (and hardly anyone ever uses the Sacajawea coins). So, of course, I dropped a ten shekel piece. Why couldn’t I have dropped a ten or fifty agurot (pennies) piece? Because it’s one of those days. OK. So I hold up bus-boarding traffic, crawl on the floor and somehow manage to retrieve my money. I climb into the bus and get ready to over my money when…all of my change fell out of my wallet. The driver throws me a look, mutters some snide, obnoxious comment to which I couldn’t muster enough energy and respond, collects enough change off of the floor and throws a ticket in my general direction as I, again, pick up shekels off the ground. And then slink to a seat, any seat, so that I can duck out of harm’s way. Barely nine AM.
On a completely tangential and semi-related note, I managed to get on a train yesterday in the complete opposite direction. I needed to go one stop north, and ended up going four stops south. To be stranded for a half hour in B’nei Brack. Retard.