My alarm didn’t go off, so I was late and had to take a cab.
My cab driver hit a chick on a bike, so I had to take a different cab halfway there.
My new cabbie was listening to Rush Limbough, who I listened to read the headline “Gay Porn Star Accused of Killing Three-Legged Dog in Suburban Boca” no less than 6 times.
Pulled up to work to see a client trying to sneak down the fire escape to cop drugs.
How was your morning?
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Wow. I don’t think that much happens to me in a full year!
Apparently not as exiting as yours
~Jess~
Definitely not that eventful (thank goodness!).
It involved laundry and school work – I am officially boring.
I think we have a tie!
Was up all-night with my son who is in a manic episode and couldn’t decide whether to do his homework or go to bed; he did neither. Overslept this morning, because, as I mentioned, didn’t get much sleep. Spent half hour on the phone with the school psychologist after dropping my son off at school. That was followed up with conversation with his psycho-pharm to discuss med changes. At this point I was already a hour late for work. Luckily I work only a mile from home so once I got showered I was only about an hour and a half late and in no state to be dealing with the typical office crap. Luckily there was no bloodshed today, but it was touch-and-go for a while there.
I hope your day got better.
Look at it this way: at least your morning was better than that of the chick on the bike.
omg, was the chick okay?
Yeah, hope the girl was OK…
I’ve told cabbies to “turn that shit off”… once in New York City for Rush Limbaugh and once in Cincinnati for Bill Cunningham, who is funnier but just as crazy.
Both times I got a glare in the rear-view mirror but they did turn it off… however, now that I am older and a little calmer, I would probably not say “shit” and add “please”.
This one time (back when I lived in California and Bush occupied the White House), the cabbie started, apropos of nothing in particular, talking about what a terrible president Bush was.
I don’t know if he was sincere or gambling on the politics of his passenger to get a bigger tip, but if it was the latter, it worked.