I just got a ticket for cutting off an undercover cop car on I-66 (whoooops). I'm thinking about contesting it and here's my reasoning: the cop wrote on the ticket that I have brown hair and brown eyes. I clearly have brownish-green eyes and golden-brownish blond hair, so if he is wrong on these points, how can we trust his testimony elsewhere?
I rest my case.
I'm going to stop giving out advice about the Metro system because more often than not I don't know what I'm talking about. "Are you going to the Metro station?" I say to the tourists on the bus. "Get off at this stop!" Then they follow me as we trudge 4 blocks to the metro in 100 percent humidity, only to watch as the bus we were just riding pulls ahead of us and stops neatly in front of the station escalators.
ven Metro itself is conspiring against my helpfulness. Take the Nextbus system, which I was excited to try out with my new iPhone (I love that it takes a $200+ gizmo to effectively use public transportation.) I dutifully typed in the bus stop number. Four minutes, the website said. Terrific! Five, six, seven minutes go by and no bus goes by. Consult the website again and now it says the next bus will come in 40 minutes. I start making a huge scene and advise the girls waiting at the stop that the bus won't be here till eternity & a day. We all left to find alternate transport, but then I saw a bus turn around the bend. I got on it, they didn't.More terrible, faulty advice!
This is what I saw this morning when I went into the kitchen of the house where I'm dog-sitting. "Oh, that deafening crashing noise must not have just been in my dreams," I thought. "Oh dear."
The cabinet fell right off the wall - I never even considered that this could happen. It wasn't too much of a mess, considering, but what the picture doesn't show is that almost every dish inside is broken. I'm just going to leave that be.
Everyone, let this be a warning to you: check the tensile strength of your kitchen cabinets! One more thing you have to worry about.
This would happen to me... at least I wasn't killed by the cabinet, how tragic would that be? "She died doing what she loved," people would say. "Washing dishes."
Could it be that I'm actually not doing the world a favor by blaring my music as I drive with the windows down? Even though my music is awesome?
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