Today coming home from work the traffic seemed much worse than normal. The first bus took around 20 minutes as opposed to 10. When I finally got to Hastings it looked like all of the street had come to a stand still.
The 135 inched its way to the stop and I got on hoping the traffic would get better. In about 20 minutes we had made it approximately two blocks. I hopped out and started walking along Hastings, cars weren't moving at all. I found it quite amusing when someone was just wailing on his horn because the guy in front of him wouldn't move about 2 meters forward just behind the car in front of him.
Finally I made it to Cassiar and the street was completely clear past it, however there were basically two empty lanes. I guess since there was construction those two lanes had been blocked off at one point and the only lane that was open was the right lane which was jammed with cars trying to turn right.
I got to enjoy a nice 40 minute walk home, fortunately it wasn't raining. Apparently there had been an accident on the second narrows which was backing everything up. I figure that when I did get home my bus hadn't made it half way down Hastings yet.
In conclusion, walking isn't that bad.
Friday, April 30, 2010
Monday, April 26, 2010
Someone
I was going to make a post detailing the wonders of the modern scientific calculator, however I ran into SOMEONE at the bus stop this morning so I suppose I'm obliged to write about that instead.
Minding my own business waiting for the 135 I heard a loud honk and out jumped someone from an SUV. Not just anyone, but someone. In the interest of protecting their identity all people and places mentioned hereafter are purely fictional and any correlation to real life is merely coincidental.
John talked to me about his field trip to Brazil for the next two weeks and then his trip to Toronto the following week. He was disappointed he would be missing so much of the hockey playoffs and how he wouldn't have time to empty out his gym locker at school.
That's about it, the end.
(Told you calculators would be better)
Minding my own business waiting for the 135 I heard a loud honk and out jumped someone from an SUV. Not just anyone, but someone. In the interest of protecting their identity all people and places mentioned hereafter are purely fictional and any correlation to real life is merely coincidental.
John talked to me about his field trip to Brazil for the next two weeks and then his trip to Toronto the following week. He was disappointed he would be missing so much of the hockey playoffs and how he wouldn't have time to empty out his gym locker at school.
That's about it, the end.
(Told you calculators would be better)
Friday, April 23, 2010
Pencil in the Pants
During my exams one year I decided it would be a good idea to put the pencil I would be using to write the exam in the pocket of my pants. I'm not quite sure why I thought this would be a good idea, but I did it nonetheless.
Now one of the pockets in my pants already had a hole in it. I knew this. Absentmindedly I still decided to put a pencil in that pocket. Before I continue it's important to note that the pants I was wearing had another layer inside and there was space between the layers. I'm not quite sure why, but they did.
Anyways, walking into the exam with a pencil in my pocket that also has a hole in it, I find a seat. I reach into my pocket to grab the pencil but I can't find it. I do however find the pencil sized hole in my pocket. Now since my pants have these weird layers it's not a simple matter of just sliding the pencil out the bottom because the pencil is stuck in between the two layers.
I start feeling up and down my leg trying to find the pencil and eventually do. It was more than half way down my leg. It's not exactly the easiest thing in the world to start sliding a pencil up your pants and I found that it required both my hands.
Meticulously I pushed and slid the pencil up my leg all the way up to my pocket. It was a painstaking two to three minute process until I finally was able to get the pencil back out through the hole. Relieved I sat up and stared straight ahead. I didn't really want to know if anyone had watched me do this and I can only imagine what they would have been thinking...
Now one of the pockets in my pants already had a hole in it. I knew this. Absentmindedly I still decided to put a pencil in that pocket. Before I continue it's important to note that the pants I was wearing had another layer inside and there was space between the layers. I'm not quite sure why, but they did.
Anyways, walking into the exam with a pencil in my pocket that also has a hole in it, I find a seat. I reach into my pocket to grab the pencil but I can't find it. I do however find the pencil sized hole in my pocket. Now since my pants have these weird layers it's not a simple matter of just sliding the pencil out the bottom because the pencil is stuck in between the two layers.
I start feeling up and down my leg trying to find the pencil and eventually do. It was more than half way down my leg. It's not exactly the easiest thing in the world to start sliding a pencil up your pants and I found that it required both my hands.
Meticulously I pushed and slid the pencil up my leg all the way up to my pocket. It was a painstaking two to three minute process until I finally was able to get the pencil back out through the hole. Relieved I sat up and stared straight ahead. I didn't really want to know if anyone had watched me do this and I can only imagine what they would have been thinking...
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Blah
First the context. Friend tells me I should make a blog. This seems to come from nowhere; I had never had a strong desire to create a blog myself. I'm skeptical. I don't know why anyone would want to read much of anything that I had to write. Oh well, it's not that time consuming. Write a few random things about stupid stuff and be done with it.
The only thing that I could think to write about, and at the moment the only thing I'd care to write about are my stupid stories. It started during exams. Someone was talking about how another student was drinking beer during an exam. In my endless wisdom, and desire to say that "I'm helping!" I offered that during one of my exams I heard someone open a can. Oh and it might have been beer.
Stories that start OK and people think they might be going somewhere, but most of the time they just have a letdown ending. They're short, stupid and happen semi-frequently. Occasionally there's a laugh or chuckle, usually a groan. They amuse myself enough though that it doesn't matter to me if I'm the only one that ever reads it, at least I won't forget them when they're written down.
The only thing that I could think to write about, and at the moment the only thing I'd care to write about are my stupid stories. It started during exams. Someone was talking about how another student was drinking beer during an exam. In my endless wisdom, and desire to say that "I'm helping!" I offered that during one of my exams I heard someone open a can. Oh and it might have been beer.
Stories that start OK and people think they might be going somewhere, but most of the time they just have a letdown ending. They're short, stupid and happen semi-frequently. Occasionally there's a laugh or chuckle, usually a groan. They amuse myself enough though that it doesn't matter to me if I'm the only one that ever reads it, at least I won't forget them when they're written down.
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