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Oh, man. Yesterday was a hell of a thing.
In addition to having an Ugly-Fat day, while walking along Wellington after work I was sloshed by a wall of water I can only guestimate was about 6 feet high (seriously. It was above my head..) After the disbelief had worn off and the appraisal of my dirt-water soaked clothes was done, I noticed a cab pulled over a few feet ahead of me. The man apologized for the wettening, though he seemed fairly indifferent and I let him know that “no, I didn’t believe it wasn’t his fault” and “yes, I was annoyed.” As luck would have it, this was not the only event which made me glad to be wearing dark clothes..
That morning I had also been the victim of a sudden brain abduction which had caused me to wear flip-flops, as opposed to..oooh…anything else?! In the evening, after checking out the hundred and eleventh apartment with M3, I boarded the 51, tired and soggy. About two seconds after that I was lying sprawled on my back on the sticky grunge of the bus floor. It was funny. Really. I swear.
Though, I’ve long since given up the tendency towards mortification after a gaff in public I feel a little strange when no one allows themselves to laugh or even acknowledge a spontaneously loss of control over your limbs.
Still, last night’s performance was so spectacular, I heard a couple of people snort under their breath…
Ah, progress.
It wasn’t all bad news, though. The place we visited was quite nice and we’re waiting to hear back from the landlord about our bid for it. Plus, a trip to Jean’s in NDG introduced me to the miracle that is, The Pumpkin and Shrimp Roti. Mmmmm. Both the restaurant and the dish come highly recommended.
In addition to having an Ugly-Fat day, while walking along Wellington after work I was sloshed by a wall of water I can only guestimate was about 6 feet high (seriously. It was above my head..) After the disbelief had worn off and the appraisal of my dirt-water soaked clothes was done, I noticed a cab pulled over a few feet ahead of me. The man apologized for the wettening, though he seemed fairly indifferent and I let him know that “no, I didn’t believe it wasn’t his fault” and “yes, I was annoyed.” As luck would have it, this was not the only event which made me glad to be wearing dark clothes..
That morning I had also been the victim of a sudden brain abduction which had caused me to wear flip-flops, as opposed to..oooh…anything else?! In the evening, after checking out the hundred and eleventh apartment with M3, I boarded the 51, tired and soggy. About two seconds after that I was lying sprawled on my back on the sticky grunge of the bus floor. It was funny. Really. I swear.
Though, I’ve long since given up the tendency towards mortification after a gaff in public I feel a little strange when no one allows themselves to laugh or even acknowledge a spontaneously loss of control over your limbs.
Still, last night’s performance was so spectacular, I heard a couple of people snort under their breath…
Ah, progress.
It wasn’t all bad news, though. The place we visited was quite nice and we’re waiting to hear back from the landlord about our bid for it. Plus, a trip to Jean’s in NDG introduced me to the miracle that is, The Pumpkin and Shrimp Roti. Mmmmm. Both the restaurant and the dish come highly recommended.
