First off, I'm sorry that all of these have been kinda angry spouts of fire.
Saying that, I'm gonna have to let you guys down again with yet another whiney slop of a post. I hate whiney people. I'm sorry for whining at y'all but I just gotta say something about those damn buses.
I'm a firm believer in rapid transit and public transportation. It'd be great if everyone could just spend a buck, hop on a bus and get wherever the hell they needed to in a city. Unfortunately, that is not the case here in the wonderful world of St. ___.
I got up this morning needing to get to the north side of town to meet a meat guy about, well, meat. I'm gonna start smoking twice as many cuts with this increased demand and I was looking for a better deal on ribs and butts. Chuck, my supplier, agreed to meet to negotiate today.
I went outside, sat on the bench and waited for the 9:15 bus. Stop 15 on route #28. Well, there must have been some crazy shit going on at stops 14, 13 and 12 because the driver didn't show up until 9:40. I hopped on when the bus finally jolted to a stop, running up on the curb a little so I had to jump back. Withholding comment about the impeccable service I was paying for, I gave him my $2 and walked back to sit down. He made three wrong turns (must have been the dude's first time running the route) I got off to change buses at the station. At this point, I texted Chuck that I'd be there in 30 minutes even though I was supposed to be there now. The next bus was at least on time, but there were these twins (It's always twins) in the seats across from me that were playing with MARBLES of all things. Their mom was only paying attention to her phone, and loose marbles were rolling from one side of the bus to the other every time we made a turn. Eventually, the driver yelled at her to "get those kids under control." She burst out screaming at him about how all he had to do was drive the bus, so I told her (maybe in a frustrated voice) to put the marbles in her purse and sit down. "I'd like to see you make me get off this bus, I have just as much of a right to ride here as you do!" she retorted. Bewildered, I replied "No, No, that's not what I said! I just said you should keep those marbles off the floor. That old guy with the violin might slip on 'em". She angrily snatched the offending marbles and shoved them in her purse. Thank goodness she was getting off at the next stop.
I guess I just get really unlucky with transit every time I go on a trip. Who knows.
Anyway, it was great to talk to Chuck again. I'm gonna be buying two more sides of Ribs a week, 20 more pounds of Jowls and 5 more butts. He cut me a nice deal with this one. It's great that the store is getting more business. I'm gonna really need Daniel's help with all this new flow.
Next one is gonna be nicer, I promise.
Mikey
Saying that, I'm gonna have to let you guys down again with yet another whiney slop of a post. I hate whiney people. I'm sorry for whining at y'all but I just gotta say something about those damn buses.
I'm a firm believer in rapid transit and public transportation. It'd be great if everyone could just spend a buck, hop on a bus and get wherever the hell they needed to in a city. Unfortunately, that is not the case here in the wonderful world of St. ___.
I got up this morning needing to get to the north side of town to meet a meat guy about, well, meat. I'm gonna start smoking twice as many cuts with this increased demand and I was looking for a better deal on ribs and butts. Chuck, my supplier, agreed to meet to negotiate today.
I went outside, sat on the bench and waited for the 9:15 bus. Stop 15 on route #28. Well, there must have been some crazy shit going on at stops 14, 13 and 12 because the driver didn't show up until 9:40. I hopped on when the bus finally jolted to a stop, running up on the curb a little so I had to jump back. Withholding comment about the impeccable service I was paying for, I gave him my $2 and walked back to sit down. He made three wrong turns (must have been the dude's first time running the route) I got off to change buses at the station. At this point, I texted Chuck that I'd be there in 30 minutes even though I was supposed to be there now. The next bus was at least on time, but there were these twins (It's always twins) in the seats across from me that were playing with MARBLES of all things. Their mom was only paying attention to her phone, and loose marbles were rolling from one side of the bus to the other every time we made a turn. Eventually, the driver yelled at her to "get those kids under control." She burst out screaming at him about how all he had to do was drive the bus, so I told her (maybe in a frustrated voice) to put the marbles in her purse and sit down. "I'd like to see you make me get off this bus, I have just as much of a right to ride here as you do!" she retorted. Bewildered, I replied "No, No, that's not what I said! I just said you should keep those marbles off the floor. That old guy with the violin might slip on 'em". She angrily snatched the offending marbles and shoved them in her purse. Thank goodness she was getting off at the next stop.
I guess I just get really unlucky with transit every time I go on a trip. Who knows.
Anyway, it was great to talk to Chuck again. I'm gonna be buying two more sides of Ribs a week, 20 more pounds of Jowls and 5 more butts. He cut me a nice deal with this one. It's great that the store is getting more business. I'm gonna really need Daniel's help with all this new flow.
Next one is gonna be nicer, I promise.
Mikey
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