The Most Exciting Half Hour of My Life

This morning was quite the exciting one, so much so that it was even too much to tweet about. It started on my drive into work. Being 6:00am on a Saturday, the Expressway was moving quite well when all of a sudden BAM, break lights everywhere. Apparently, somebody forgot to tie down their 8 foot aluminum ladder and left it in the first two lanes of the highway.

I arrive at work pretty early so I head down to Dunkin Donuts. I get a breakfast sandwich and a bottle of milk and am quite pissed when the total comes to $5.02. However, I quickly get over it when I assume the girl will be nice enough to forgive the 2 cents I owe and just give me $15 back. Hell no, dumb bitch counts out $14 and about 5 pounds of copper and silver and hands it to me. The cherry on top had to be that she wished me a nice day. FML.

So I sit down in the window to eat my sandwich and I'm looking out onto Kneeland St. watching the world go by. Then I notice some drunk/homeless guy doing the same thing I am, just he's standing in the middle of Kneeland St. doing it. Obviously he's a bigger fan of front row seats than I am. I watched him pace up and down the middle of the street for about 10 minutes as cars zipped by on either side of him.

During this time I had the pleasure of listening to all the other Chinese people yell at each other because apparently they only come in one volume, loud. While I'll admit that I do enjoy listening to other people speak a different language sometimes, Chinese comes in at about 2nd to last only to Spanish. When it's the 2 guys sitting next to you shouting, it sounds less like a language and more like some unintelligible grunts and moans with some laughing thrown in when the hit the punch line. FML

Then it's finally time to come to work and I'm graced with Jason's presence this morning. He's the annoying facilities guy who I've tweeted about before who tells lame jokes and stories (usually ones he's already told me before) and can't stand still while he's telling them cause he thinks they're so great. Of this morning's 20 minutes with Jason, I watched him make several laps of the lobby and I learned that it snows in New Hampshire and then explained where Rehoboth is, which I do about every other weekend every time he asks.

So that was the start of my Saturday. Stay tuned for my next entry, "A Mortar A Day Does Not Keep Israel Away," hopefully coming later this weekend.