Things that happened to me this morning…
1. Woke up to Gabby freaking out and peeing on me because the thunder scared her. Seriously, people – this is NOT my preferential method of rising.
2. Begrudgingly showered and got ready for work, suddenly realizing that its pouring out, I have at least an 8 block walk to the bus stop, and no appropriate footwear. After debating tennis shoes vs. flip flops, I decided on some brown Merrells. These went AWESOME with black slacks and a pink shirt.
3. After putting on my socks and shoes, I remember that said shoes tend to eat my socks, and athletic ankle socks won’t cut it… looking through my sock drawer, I realize that all of my socks are dress socks or super thick wool socks for winter – then I see my Chihuahua socks lingering in the corner… These will have to do.
4. Ready to go, I trek out into the monsoon, cute Banana Republic raincoat stowed in my satchel, as it’s a tad too warm for it, and hiding under a big golf umbrella. 100 feet away from my stop, I see the bus coming to the corner, so I start to walk markedly faster, maybe call it a jog, directly in front of the driver’s line of sight. Now, here is where I need to stop and send a little apology to the bus driver at the corner of Bayland and Watson at 8:10 this morning – I am truly sorry for screaming profanities at you as you saw me hurrying to the bus stop and you drove away. Clearly, I was wrong in thinking that it was obvious that I was trying to catch the bus. My waving and jogging toward the stop in which I am picked up EVERY DAY at this time was clearly misconstrued for a morning stroll. IN A MONSOON. IN BUSINESS ATTIRE. So, again, my sincerest apology. Easy Mistake.
5. I get the joy of standing at the bus stop for another 20 minutes waiting on another bus. In the rain. With acorns falling on my umbrella.
6. Finally, something positive – I get a happy bus driver. She is so happy and nice that she is making countless stops for people who wanna get off at undesignated locations. Thanks. I love being drenched on a freezing bus.
7. Helllloooo corner of Dallas and Louisiana! Sooo glad to see you this morning! I hop off of the bus and walk out into a damn windstorm. Struggle with my huge umbrella down to my building. Of course, it flips inside out right before I walk in, spraying the only dry parts of me with cold wetness. I walk inside and the building concierge looks at me – drenched, wearing hiking shoes, Chihuahua socks and slacks, dripping in the lobby with an inside-out umbrella – with pity in his eyes and says “Yeah, it’s that kind of day.”
Maybe I need to start going to church or something…Maybe I need my chakras realigned. Something isn’t right, because this shit doesn’t consistently happen to everyone, does it??
Freezing and trying to dry out at my desk -
Teri “Chihuahua Socks” Hagen
PS – The Chihuahua socks are, seriously, the only article of dry clothing on my body right now.
