| 10:06p |
Getting change
Hi there...I'm sorry I keep zoning out of this blog. I've been feeling pretty miserable lately, and so I haven't really had anything good to write about.
I went into the city for the first time in ages. I used to go there every day for work, but now that I have a new job, those long bus rides into the city don't happen any more. I forgot how hectic the city can be. It really freaked me out. People everywhere, lights broken, too many people who stop in the middle of the path while I'm in a hurry.
I was buying stuff for my wedding invitations, bits of ribbon and stickers and things. The sort of stuff I said I'd never buy, and never even THINK about buying. I was running late for my bus home, and only had a fifty dollar note. Sydney bus drivers get really mad if you hand them a fifty. They tell you to get off the bus and go get some change. Although, I figure it is the same all over the world, except for in nice places where people know the name of the milkman, etc. Well, where they HAVE milkmen. Or milkwomen. Whatever. Anyway, I raced into the chemist next to the bus stop, and picked up a random chocolate bar, then shoved the chocolate and the fifty dollar note at the boy behind the counter. He had a non-commital mullet, ie. I looked at his hair and thought, "Is that a mullet or is that not a mullet?" Anyway, turns out that this boy was judging me too, as he turned my way and mumbled, "Getting change for the bus?" I tried to play it cool by saying, "NO, I never thought of that, I just wanted chocolate!" However, the panic in my voice gave me away. I finally confessed that I have a fear of bus drivers. I am always afraid that they will yell at me for one reason or another. Then the chemist guy said, "When I was a kid, I got punched by one." Whoa! I had more respect for his gelled mullet, instantly.
So that is my thought for the day. Well, no, my thought for the day was actually many thoughts. Just about the things that make me sad, and about whether to use silver or gold accents in my wedding invitations. You know, just thinking about all sorts of crummy things. Silver accents! Who cares? |