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Jul. 9th, 2008 02:37 pmWow, welcome to the roller coaster.
Today started out a bit crap when I realised I hadn't put my washing in the dryer last night. I realised this at half past six, when I had to leave the house at seven. Normally this might not even be a problem but we have some kind of strange time-warped dryer that takes two hours to dry clothes. I'm therefore wearing a potentially unwise combination of colours and hoping that the seams in this shirt survive the day.
So I was already pre-cranky when I went up to Corner Bakery for lunch. I'd never eaten at that particular Corner BAKERY, though I have eaten at Corner BAKERY before.
Dear Corner BAKERY: Your sandwich bread is stale.
Also, I ordered a sandwich with chips and a drink, and the lady said "They come with the sandwich" so I was expecting a drink when my sandwich came up, and had to insist that whether or not I had paid for a drink, which I was perfectly willing to do, I had ordered one and expected to be charged for and receive one. On the plus side I now know that this is the way to get a free drink at Corner Bakery, not that I will be using it ever again because their entire soda fountain lacked carbonation. I realise that soda is inherently evil to begin with, but I will drink Diet Coke when I can't get Diet 7up (which is ALWAYS, because Chicago has bent over and grabbed its ankles for Sprite, the clear carbonated beverage of Satan). And if their carbonated water was broken I wasn't sure I should go near the regular water. God alone knows what they did to it.
So yeah, Corner Bakery is off the list of places Sam approves of to eat in downtown Chicago.
But then I crossed Wacker right as the bridge alarm went, and I got to watch the bridge tip up from literally five feet away. Which, if you're into machines and bridges and water and the crazy things humanity does to accomodate its own diversity, is pretty fuckin' awesome.
Except afterwards, crossing the street to get back to work after my lunch hour, I had a "touchback" incident with a taxicab. I wish I'd had the presence of mind to thump on the hood and shout "I'M WALKIN HERE" but alas all I did was skid back about half a foot, put my hand firmly on the hood (as if this is going to stop a moving car, I don't know) and shout "RIGHT OF WAY!"
Grrr. Just because everyone else jaywalks doesn't mean you get to turn on a red light whenever you feel like it, asshole.
So now I am a big jangled nerve of nerviness shot through with adrenaline and feeling vaguely as though I ought to be at one with the world and yet itching to smack down on the first person who crosses me.
They pull a knife, you pull a gun. He sends one of yours to the hospital, you send one of his to the morgue. That's the Chicago way! -- The Untouchables
Today started out a bit crap when I realised I hadn't put my washing in the dryer last night. I realised this at half past six, when I had to leave the house at seven. Normally this might not even be a problem but we have some kind of strange time-warped dryer that takes two hours to dry clothes. I'm therefore wearing a potentially unwise combination of colours and hoping that the seams in this shirt survive the day.
So I was already pre-cranky when I went up to Corner Bakery for lunch. I'd never eaten at that particular Corner BAKERY, though I have eaten at Corner BAKERY before.
Dear Corner BAKERY: Your sandwich bread is stale.
Also, I ordered a sandwich with chips and a drink, and the lady said "They come with the sandwich" so I was expecting a drink when my sandwich came up, and had to insist that whether or not I had paid for a drink, which I was perfectly willing to do, I had ordered one and expected to be charged for and receive one. On the plus side I now know that this is the way to get a free drink at Corner Bakery, not that I will be using it ever again because their entire soda fountain lacked carbonation. I realise that soda is inherently evil to begin with, but I will drink Diet Coke when I can't get Diet 7up (which is ALWAYS, because Chicago has bent over and grabbed its ankles for Sprite, the clear carbonated beverage of Satan). And if their carbonated water was broken I wasn't sure I should go near the regular water. God alone knows what they did to it.
So yeah, Corner Bakery is off the list of places Sam approves of to eat in downtown Chicago.
But then I crossed Wacker right as the bridge alarm went, and I got to watch the bridge tip up from literally five feet away. Which, if you're into machines and bridges and water and the crazy things humanity does to accomodate its own diversity, is pretty fuckin' awesome.
Except afterwards, crossing the street to get back to work after my lunch hour, I had a "touchback" incident with a taxicab. I wish I'd had the presence of mind to thump on the hood and shout "I'M WALKIN HERE" but alas all I did was skid back about half a foot, put my hand firmly on the hood (as if this is going to stop a moving car, I don't know) and shout "RIGHT OF WAY!"
Grrr. Just because everyone else jaywalks doesn't mean you get to turn on a red light whenever you feel like it, asshole.
So now I am a big jangled nerve of nerviness shot through with adrenaline and feeling vaguely as though I ought to be at one with the world and yet itching to smack down on the first person who crosses me.
They pull a knife, you pull a gun. He sends one of yours to the hospital, you send one of his to the morgue. That's the Chicago way! -- The Untouchables
