Bus Money

Feb 24, 2009 04:46

Arugh!

I was about to drift off to sleep when I realized that I'd paid my way into deathguild with a couple dollar bills, and that I put the two drenched towels that were in my car soaking up the water in the dryer.

I thought, horrified, that maybe I didn't have bus money.

I was right.

And i can't exactly get dollar bills and quarters out of the ATM.

So I clawed through EVERYTHING I OWN looking frantically for change.

I thought to myself "ARE YOU KIDDING? YOU CAN'T FIND A DIME, QUARTER, NICKEL? NONE?"

I forlornly looked at a jar of pennies on my desk. Those bitches are worth $1.50, but MUNI doesn't accept pennies.

I had 50 cents on my desk, and a couple dimes and nickels in my coat pocket.

$0.95. tore apart the pile of laundry, checking every single coat pocket, every hoodie, every bag or purse.

I found another nickel. At least I had a dollar. I pictured myself crying as I watched the bus pull away, because I was stupid enough to dry the towels. I berated myself - how could I not have ANY change ANYWHERE? Pulled up all the sheets of the bed, turned over the mattress, clawed through the closet. I found a couple dimes. $1.30.

I couldn't find two dimes. How could it come to this?

In desperation I started pulling things out of storage boxes, overturning bins of stored make-up, cassette tapes, and other stuff that will be extremely hard to put away.

I found a dime in one of my shoes, but upon closer inspection, it was a canadian dime, and I know for a fact that MUNI's systems can tell the difference. I sat on my floor crying.

And then, when I overturned the clothes hamper, completing the utter ruin of my room, a quarter fell out.

So, now I have enough money to take the bus... but I can't walk across my floor.

What a downer. I won't let this ruin my mood, but it's threatening to.

complaining, transportation, emotional

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