Tuesday is the 4pm meeting, which only sometimes goes all the way til 5.
I catch my bus to the ferry at 4:55.
I escaped the meeting at 4:59 and ran as fast as I could to my desk, then the street. I should have just slipped out of the meeting at 4:45. I don’t know why I feel the need to stay when my whole evening is potentially ruined by sticking around listening to people talk about projects that I have nothing to do with. Polite I guess.
The next bus was late, arriving at 5:10. Then it slowly lumbered to Stewart Street and took fifteen minutes to get from 8th to 3rd ave. Traffic jam.
By then it was 5:25, and my ferry was leaving in five minutes. I was still ten minutes away. So I got off on Pike and sulked my way to Nordstrom to buy shampoo. I am almost out. I called Brian to tell him I’d be on the goddamn 6:20.
While at Nordstrom, I spotted this BCBG top and thought fuck it, I’m trying this on. Then I bought it.
The end.
This story is good, it is something for me I can visualize, due to the town being where I work… I am glad you bought the top, let’s see it on you!
while i don’t love that you missed your bus, i do love this little blurb about your evening. it’s totally something i would do except public transportation sucks here and if i was to get stuck near my work or in between home & work, it might just be kinda scary instead. i could grab something from jack in the box! that’s about it.