Return of the BARF/T Lady
Return of the BARF/T Lady
As I nestled into my normal seat (window seat in the first row facing backwards), I noticed flat & oily matted-down hair on a eyeglassed head nearby. IT WAS THE BARF/T LADY! Mousy little Chinese woman. Same really ugly "tweed" jacket. Wow. So exciting. So I went back to sleep, satisfied that this time I was about three rows away & an aisle across from her.
Around South Hayward or so, I heard a Chinese accent on Broken English say, "Oh, I have really bad motion sickness." I looked up & saw a Black woman shake her head in disbelief but secession. BARF/T Lady got the entire seat to herself. I went back to sleep.
At San Leandro, I heard the same apologetic statement, "Oh, no, I..."
When I looked up, I saw that the older white man wouldn't have it. "No, I want to sit down here." He stated firmly.
"But I have very bad motion sickness," BARF/T Lady said.
Stubborn White Man sat himself down, forcing the mousy BARF/T Lady to shift to face backwards in the car.
Thoughts of "I wonder if she's gonna hurl." ran through my head as the BART train ran along.
She did not.
But she should get herself some Dramamine & stop choosing seats that face in reverse of the direction of travel.
My breath stopped today. & I felt my soul jump out of my chest for two seconds. I grabbed everything in the Jag's cockpit trying to push myself away from the hood. As if I could escape to the safety of the back seat. A large 80s van (the kind with just one window in the rear) pulled out abruptly but way too slowly in front of my mom's car as I was riding passenger side. I wasn't even able to force out the usual "Use your fucking horn!" that's been my default passenger comment since March 29th every time someone pulls some stupid shit on the road.
Then I remembered that my knee popped today. Popped when I had merely risen from my "office" chair at the end of work. Popped when I had told my physician yesterday that my knee wasn't popping or doing anything beyond feeling sore for a 22-year old body. It's perfectly normal for me to have a 50-year old right knee - It's supposed to be more swollen than my left one!
& the timing of things.
I used to run hurdles. I can run from "love." Now I just can't run.
On the plus side, a cute nerdy boy works one floor down."I’ve got a friend that got a barcode tattooed onto his wrist quite a few years ago. It doesn’t scan anymore, but for the first year or so, it did - at our local grocery store, he was a box of tampons."
- Posted by Michael Hanscom 2003.07.01, 03:29Barcode Tattoo
"The ballet people are champagne drinkers; a younger, more exciting crowd than the opera people."
- Walter Nurena
Angels & Airwaves
My boss asked his three-person marketing team what kind of music Angels & Airwaves was. Apparently I am the only one in the office to have heard about one of our latest clients. I told him it sounded like Blink-182's "I Miss You," like emo/romance meets alternative. The team wasn't getting what I was describing, so I went to the website, & there I learned that it's a Tom DeLonge project. Somehow that discovery makes me feel accomplished.
I executed my greatest MySpace purge today, going from 608 to 534. :)
As I nestled into my normal seat (window seat in the first row facing backwards), I noticed flat & oily matted-down hair on a eyeglassed head nearby. IT WAS THE BARF/T LADY! Mousy little Chinese woman. Same really ugly "tweed" jacket. Wow. So exciting. So I went back to sleep, satisfied that this time I was about three rows away & an aisle across from her.
Around South Hayward or so, I heard a Chinese accent on Broken English say, "Oh, I have really bad motion sickness." I looked up & saw a Black woman shake her head in disbelief but secession. BARF/T Lady got the entire seat to herself. I went back to sleep.
At San Leandro, I heard the same apologetic statement, "Oh, no, I..."
When I looked up, I saw that the older white man wouldn't have it. "No, I want to sit down here." He stated firmly.
"But I have very bad motion sickness," BARF/T Lady said.
Stubborn White Man sat himself down, forcing the mousy BARF/T Lady to shift to face backwards in the car.
Thoughts of "I wonder if she's gonna hurl." ran through my head as the BART train ran along.
She did not.
But she should get herself some Dramamine & stop choosing seats that face in reverse of the direction of travel.
My breath stopped today. & I felt my soul jump out of my chest for two seconds. I grabbed everything in the Jag's cockpit trying to push myself away from the hood. As if I could escape to the safety of the back seat. A large 80s van (the kind with just one window in the rear) pulled out abruptly but way too slowly in front of my mom's car as I was riding passenger side. I wasn't even able to force out the usual "Use your fucking horn!" that's been my default passenger comment since March 29th every time someone pulls some stupid shit on the road.
Then I remembered that my knee popped today. Popped when I had merely risen from my "office" chair at the end of work. Popped when I had told my physician yesterday that my knee wasn't popping or doing anything beyond feeling sore for a 22-year old body. It's perfectly normal for me to have a 50-year old right knee - It's supposed to be more swollen than my left one!
& the timing of things.
I used to run hurdles. I can run from "love." Now I just can't run.
On the plus side, a cute nerdy boy works one floor down."I’ve got a friend that got a barcode tattooed onto his wrist quite a few years ago. It doesn’t scan anymore, but for the first year or so, it did - at our local grocery store, he was a box of tampons."
- Posted by Michael Hanscom 2003.07.01, 03:29Barcode Tattoo
"The ballet people are champagne drinkers; a younger, more exciting crowd than the opera people."
- Walter Nurena
Angels & Airwaves
My boss asked his three-person marketing team what kind of music Angels & Airwaves was. Apparently I am the only one in the office to have heard about one of our latest clients. I told him it sounded like Blink-182's "I Miss You," like emo/romance meets alternative. The team wasn't getting what I was describing, so I went to the website, & there I learned that it's a Tom DeLonge project. Somehow that discovery makes me feel accomplished.
I executed my greatest MySpace purge today, going from 608 to 534. :)