This one has nothing to do with food or floors, unfortunately, but rather missing buses (specifically, the M30). It does not matter when I get to my bus stop, I will consistently miss the M30 by 30 seconds -- that is, I can see it, I can see it stopped, I can see it waiting, but I am on the other side of the traffic lights and there is no possible way I can catch it in time. I'd so much rather not see it having just been there and remain in blissful ignorance that the bus that would take me directly to work has just passed me by. For the fifth time this week.
Seriously, it doesn't matter when I get there, if I'm on time, if I'm a minute (gasp!) early, if I'm six minutes late, whatever. I am always 30 seconds too late.
Sunday, November 18, 2012
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I'd rather know that I've missed it than be looking down the road into hot glarey sun for an hour hoping to see it turn up. That way I can read my book for 50 minutes before looking for the next one.
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