Jul 03, 2006 13:22
Last Thursday, I lost my transpass. This morning, when I got to work, the first 2 calls I had to make were:
"Hello, Septa? I just left 2 very important peices of mail on your train - could someone mail them for me?" and
"Hello, dentist? I found 2 very important peices of my filling floating around in my mouth - could someone glue them back in for me?"
I think I'm getting the message - its either PAY ATTENTION, STOP LOSING/MISSING THINGS or perhaps its GET ALL YOUR TEETH PULLED AND GO FOR A NICE WOODEN SET. LIKE GEORGE WASHINGTON.
I'm leaning towards Old George. It is the holiday, after all.
In other news, who would have ever expected me to be the most inhibited roommate? The conservative one? The prude? My new roommates are a trip.