It's amazing what will put a lift in your step.
1)Teenagers laughing and enjoying life on the way to school.
2)The picture of
vincentroland's smiling, chocolate covered face on my monitor at work.
3)Finding out Strom Thurmond and Al Sharpton are related. (This made me giggle outloud in the lobby. Several people turned to see what was going on.)
Then there's the stuff that stresses you out.
At the train this morning they were asking for passes. I dutifully opened my purse, reached inside, pulled out my work ID and my parking pass...no bus pass. *flare of panic*. Breathe deeply, check different pocket of purse - nada. *bigger flare of panic* Remember that the fine is a couple hundred dollars. Start cussing quietly. Check next pocket of purse. Pull out each and every item, one at a time - credit cards, business cards, cupons, cash. No pass. *PANIC* Sherrif walks up as brain is stuck in ohshitwhatdoidonowithrewouttherecieptyesterdayidontneedthisrightnowfuck loop. He says "Missplace your pass?". I'm trying not to cry, 'cause I'm a grown-up now, and I say yes, I bought a bus pass for February. He tells me to go on, he knows I have better things to do with my time. *relief* "Thank you sir". *flee* while still feeling in purse and trying to figure out what the hell happened to my pass.
1)Teenagers laughing and enjoying life on the way to school.
2)The picture of
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3)Finding out Strom Thurmond and Al Sharpton are related. (This made me giggle outloud in the lobby. Several people turned to see what was going on.)
Then there's the stuff that stresses you out.
At the train this morning they were asking for passes. I dutifully opened my purse, reached inside, pulled out my work ID and my parking pass...no bus pass. *flare of panic*. Breathe deeply, check different pocket of purse - nada. *bigger flare of panic* Remember that the fine is a couple hundred dollars. Start cussing quietly. Check next pocket of purse. Pull out each and every item, one at a time - credit cards, business cards, cupons, cash. No pass. *PANIC* Sherrif walks up as brain is stuck in ohshitwhatdoidonowithrewouttherecieptyesterdayidontneedthisrightnowfuck loop. He says "Missplace your pass?". I'm trying not to cry, 'cause I'm a grown-up now, and I say yes, I bought a bus pass for February. He tells me to go on, he knows I have better things to do with my time. *relief* "Thank you sir". *flee* while still feeling in purse and trying to figure out what the hell happened to my pass.