Do you ever wish you could trade in those modern problems and annoyances, and live in the past, when things were simpler? Or were they ( Read more... )

I found my bus pass this morning, I'm sure you'll be happy to know. It was in a separate pile of mail and papers. Good thing, too. It cost me $40; it would stink to have to pay twice. I just realized that it might make sense to mention that I have them mailed to me every month, and the cost is taken out of my paycheck. Lest you think I bought ( Read more... )

When I sold my table Sunday, I took the heaps of papers and books laying on top of it and transferred them to one of my couches. I just sorted through them, but I still can't find my bus pass for July. I'll have to pay chash for the bus again tomorrow if I can't find it. Rats!

This morning, just as my bus got to my stop downtown, the bus's doors quit working and refused to open. One person to get off at my stop through the back doors. I was a little slow getting out of my seat, so the doors closed behind him before I could get to them. And they refused to open again. The front doors of the bus wouldn't open, either. ( Read more... )