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floatingleaf) wrote2012-10-15 10:05 pm
floatingleaf) wrote2012-10-15 10:05 pm
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one of those days
So, this morning I thought I was feeling better, and it had stopped raining, and the sun came out, and everything seemed kind of promising - so I decided to go shopping. They had opened a new store at the suburban mall I sometimes go to, and my coworker Cecilia has been gushing about said store and its amazing bargains for a while, so I thought I might just as well check it out. So, I did check it out, even tried on a bunch of stuff - but nothing fit me. Except for a nice woolen dress, which I almost bought; I was, in fact, in the process of paying for it when the checkout girl pointed out to me that it was ripped down the side (don't ask me how I missed that; I guess I was already tired by then and I just wanted to be done with this whole shopping expedition). So I went to see if they had another one exactly like it... but they didn't. There was one in a bigger size, which MIGHT have worked - but I was just too tired to bother with the fitting room again, so I just gave up. Then I went into another store and spent some time podering the purchase of a jacket, which I would have liked quite a lot, except for the color. It was orange. I was looking for something in brown/beige/olive green, but apparently those colors are not in fashion right now. The orange MIGHT have worked with some of my brown/beige/green oufits, and it would have been fine, if it were a sort of faded, brownish orange - like the color of autumn foliage. But it was BRIGHT orange, with black buttons - and that just didn't make sense to me (even though it fit quite nicely). So I sighed and gave up. By then, I had decided that this whole shopping trip was a bad idea and I just wanted to go home. So I left the mall and hopped on the bus.
And here's where the fun begins. The bus line I take from my usual transit center to the mall has an alternate route that only runs a few times a day. In this alternate route, the bus, instead of going back to the transit center, takes a massive detour to a hospital in a far-out suburb. Yes, you guessed it. I ended up going to the hospital. At first I thought, well, no big deal, just a longer ride - I'm not in a hurry. However, upon reaching the hospital, the bus driver informed me that she wasn't going back to the transit center (she hadn't told me before, since she obviously had no idea where I was going, and it hadn't occurred to me to ask). So I had to wait for the next bus. Now, I did mention that this route runs far less frequently than the regular one, right? How far less, exactly, I had no idea. So there I was, stranded in front of this huge hospital building in the middle of nowhere, tired, hungry and pissed off. By then, it was getting dark and really cold, and I was beginning to wish quite fervently that I had just stayed home in bed. Thank God, I had a small bottle of water (with a little apple juice mixed in) and a granola bar, which I had slipped into my handbag just in case (I usually do that if I go out for several hours - low blood sugar is never a good thing for me). Otherwise, I'm pretty sure I would have been close to passing out (I had had a nice brunch before leaving home, but that was around noon). So there I was, headphones on, hands in pockets, pacing back and forth, watching the road for any sign of approaching buses and trying not to panic. I needed to use the bathroom, and I guess I could have gone inside the hospital to do that - but I didn't know what time the bus was supposed to arrive, so I didn't dare. In about 15 minutes, a bus came, but it was a different line.:/ Then, anoter 10-15 minutes later, my line showed up; but, again, the driver said that he wasn't going back to the transit center. That I had to wait for the next one. To my credit, I managed not to start crying. Another 10-15 minutes passed. Another bus - the wrong line, again. When FINALLY, after an hour, the correct bus approached, with the sign for my transit center on the front, my knees almost gave out in relief. But it was a LOOONG ride back to the center, and by then it was late, so I had to wait another 10-15 minutes for the next bus home. I was literally ready to fall over on my face by then. I got here around 8:30 p.m. Most of the day wasted, and I haven't even bought anything. Needless to say, I am not leaving the house tomorrow. *sigh*
But I guess I am feeling better, since I still have the energy to post. *snicker*
And here's where the fun begins. The bus line I take from my usual transit center to the mall has an alternate route that only runs a few times a day. In this alternate route, the bus, instead of going back to the transit center, takes a massive detour to a hospital in a far-out suburb. Yes, you guessed it. I ended up going to the hospital. At first I thought, well, no big deal, just a longer ride - I'm not in a hurry. However, upon reaching the hospital, the bus driver informed me that she wasn't going back to the transit center (she hadn't told me before, since she obviously had no idea where I was going, and it hadn't occurred to me to ask). So I had to wait for the next bus. Now, I did mention that this route runs far less frequently than the regular one, right? How far less, exactly, I had no idea. So there I was, stranded in front of this huge hospital building in the middle of nowhere, tired, hungry and pissed off. By then, it was getting dark and really cold, and I was beginning to wish quite fervently that I had just stayed home in bed. Thank God, I had a small bottle of water (with a little apple juice mixed in) and a granola bar, which I had slipped into my handbag just in case (I usually do that if I go out for several hours - low blood sugar is never a good thing for me). Otherwise, I'm pretty sure I would have been close to passing out (I had had a nice brunch before leaving home, but that was around noon). So there I was, headphones on, hands in pockets, pacing back and forth, watching the road for any sign of approaching buses and trying not to panic. I needed to use the bathroom, and I guess I could have gone inside the hospital to do that - but I didn't know what time the bus was supposed to arrive, so I didn't dare. In about 15 minutes, a bus came, but it was a different line.:/ Then, anoter 10-15 minutes later, my line showed up; but, again, the driver said that he wasn't going back to the transit center. That I had to wait for the next one. To my credit, I managed not to start crying. Another 10-15 minutes passed. Another bus - the wrong line, again. When FINALLY, after an hour, the correct bus approached, with the sign for my transit center on the front, my knees almost gave out in relief. But it was a LOOONG ride back to the center, and by then it was late, so I had to wait another 10-15 minutes for the next bus home. I was literally ready to fall over on my face by then. I got here around 8:30 p.m. Most of the day wasted, and I haven't even bought anything. Needless to say, I am not leaving the house tomorrow. *sigh*
But I guess I am feeling better, since I still have the energy to post. *snicker*
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