I've always wanted to live somewhere with good public transit. And last night I got to experience what it might be like. I had my Mary Kay unit meeting in Kaysville, but that tanker thinger fell off that big rig, so the freeway was closed. So I decided to take Front Runner. I knew I was cutting it close time-wise, and of course that's the time when I can't find a parking spot. I finally found one and ran for two blocks in high heels to get to the station. So big city! I got there as people were getting on, and smooshed myself into the train right before the doors closed. Sardine style. I guess a lot of people decided to leave their cars downtown for the night and just get themselves home. The train was super-di-duper crowded. But I loved it. I think I'll use Front Runner more often.
Dave moved in, right? And then I used his drill. And of course I immediately spilled beer all ...over? ...into? ...it. I thought I was going to get in so much trouble. But instead of freaking out, Dave said, "Well, dry it off. Does it still work? [it did] OK, then." Phew.
The great thing about it was I got to turn this:and this: into this:and this:
I'm so sad. Sometimes, when a girl forces herself to stay up until midnight working, and then she wakes up at 7:00 to go to her J-O-B, she really wants to stop for a delicious garlic, onion, and sea salt bagel. But you were the only bagel shop who made them. And you closed. And that makes me so sad. Other bagels in this valley pale in comparison.