I'm fond of riding the bus. I can sleep, read, write, think and theoretically meditate on the bus while someone else deals with rush hour. Part of my fondness for public transportation is that I can park my car at their parking lot and ride the bus. Thus the not-clever name "Park & Ride." When I'm away from my car for hours a day in the warmth of the Colorado summer (spring/summer), I crack my windows a wee bit.
I suffered a dramatic shopping-basket-instant-bruising incident today which pretty much ruled out my three mile walk after work. Chris came to the rescue by picking me up at work #1 and taking me to the car I conveniently left at the so-called "Park & Ride." The many cars there all had flier (flyers?) tucked lovingly under windshield wipers or on the driver's side door. Except mine. Some bastard took the time to wiggle their litter through my wee crack. I now have been officially invited to meet hot, local singles on-line. Well, wup-de-fucking-doo. Way to kill a tree and stuff it through my crack!
Anyway, I'm holding onto my annoyance and will pop a little snarky message over to them in the next few days. It's an invasion of privacy to force unwanted things through my car.
An Erinku:
Oh..no more cake or chicken or
champagne left-overs...bleh.
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