take-out

i got on the bus after work tonight. really hungry. and i put a dollar coin in the change-o-meter and a bill in the bill-eater. and the driver mumbles something about a dollare fifty. and i said, "it was a dollare coin" he mumbles something about "can't see...mumble...cough... go ahead."

i'm sorry, did he just give me permission to sit and ride for the ride i paid for, after accusing me of coming up short?

then. as i sit down. i recognize a smell. my stomach actually twisted in pain. burger king. trust me. not mcdonalds or carl's junior. i haven't eaten any of those in years, but i've definitely done my time. and it was burger king.

how rude! someone bringing food with those kinds of smell units on the rush-hour, starving people, on-the-way-home-bus...

then i realized if that was as bad as my day got, i was doing pretty good.

:)