I got a request for more info on the rat and pee stories from my trips on the bus. I wrote about the rat moment a long time ago, and it’s a pretty accurate representation of D.C.’s X2 bus line which is heinous. And I rode it for two-and-a-half years. I don’t have much to say about the pee story, except that I was thankful it was on my way home and not when I was actually going any where. Ugh, so gross. That bus is disgusting.
who gave me serious stank face and said ‘ouch’ when my leg brushed your knee as I was hurling myself through 10,000 people who WEREN’T MOVING as a whole lot of us were trying to get off at our stop: Get over yourself.
You are riding metrobus during rush hour, fortunate enough to have a seat. There are worse things that could happen, say, sitting next to a guy with rats in his bag who wants to show them to you. Or perhaps sitting in pee while other riders laugh at you (both on the X2 - and yes both have happened to me). Or seeing girls get into a legitimate fight with their umbrellas. Or having someone dig their high heel shoe into your foot (not intentionally, but still painful), or being whacked in the face with someone’s bookbag or elbowed in the eye by some tall guy who doesn’t see little old you standing there.
Trust me. The grazing of my leg on your knee was not bad.
If you can’t handle it, here’s some advice: Please don’t take the bus. Ever. It’s not for the faint of heart.
Roommate and boyfriend both had plans tonight, which means I came home and did lazy people things and unwound from two hellaciously long days at work. Also, now that there are no fun distractions to be had… I’m going to bed at 9:30.
I actually grew up in Michigan, but two miles north of Toledo and the NW Ohio border. I loved growing up near a lake (and in Michigan in general), but my family spent more time vacationing near Lake Huron, which is realllllly cold, even in the summertime.
So, everyone has good and bad days. Today had its ups and downs. One being a major technical snafu that no professional news organization should be having, period. But even more so, we were having a major technical snafu minutes before we were supposed to go live with Ashley Judd. Embarrassment doesn’t even begin to cover it.
Luckily things worked themselves out, but not after we lost about 20 minutes of interview time with her. Let me just say, I took Kelly Cutrone’s advice (And John’s during a very helpful gchat conversation in the middle of the crisis) and did not cry, despite being completely frustrated with the situation, since I was the one who spent a great deal of time booking and organizing and a million other things.
Anywho. The major upside was that as she was leaving, Ashley said, “By the way, cute dress!” Which made me happy. Especially since it was a $27 dress from Target.