Ma: Farah I will deposit $5 in your account everyday, but you are NOT going to take those stairs! (followed by a whole lotta punjabi I dont care to share!)
Now here's the deal: the lots are numbered and there is this huge board that has coin slots for change. Farah loathes change! I think its such a waste. Not only that, Farah NEVER has any change when she needs it! Like ever. Do you know how many trains I've missed because I either couldnt find enough change quick enough, or I had EXACT change and lost it on the way to the board. Thank God the machine takes all change. I feel sorry for the people standing behind me as I feed 80 pennies into the slot.
But now, over time, my life has seemed to take on a "Groundhog Day" pattern. The only thing I had was my spontanaiety and now thats gone, too. Every single day its the same old thing. I dont even need an alarm clock anymore. I wake up on time without it.
Whats worse? I park in the exact same spot every single day. #39. I have tried so hard to purposely switch but something always happens that causes me to park in #39. One day, it was snowing and the numbers were covered up. By the time I got home the street had been plowed. What number was I parked in? Yup.
This morning, I saw three empty spots in a row, and I went to the one to the farthest right. I always call my family right as I pull into the lot, so I reach into my bag for my phone. I cant wait to tell them I finally broke the curse of #39. But, its not there! Excuse moi? I sit in my car for a good 3 1/2 minutes tearing apart my bag looking for a cellphone I realize too late that it isnt in my bag but sitting on my desk at work. Sounds of the train approaching snap me back to reality. I turn off my car, grab my bag and run for the platform. Its the absolute last train into the city to get me to work on time.
As I dash past the big, huge coinboard, I think, OHMAGOSH!, I didnt put my coins in the slot! What number am I in? In my hurry I had forgotten to look down at the number on the pavement. I cant walk all the way back because I'll be late but I can see my car from a distance and so I start counting backwards from the cars near me: X...42...41...40...ahh crap!
1 comment:
Gotta shake things up a little bit ;) Start going out more, start calling out more :P
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