Here Comes the Rain
Posted on October 13, 2011 4 Comments
It rained today for the first time in something like two weeks. And they always say when it rains, it pours. They were right. Here is a recap of my day:
8:00 a.m.: Pour self coffee at home. Forget coffee at home. Buy new coffee for $2.40 at train station. Ouch.
Noon: Go to awkward lunch with boss and some other people. Realize I am short on cash and have to borrow $5 from him to cover the cost of the meal. Wallet is now empty.
3 p.m.: Accidentally screw up a website at work. Need to call in a developer for help. Flustered.
6:37 p.m.: Realize the traffic (due to the rain) will make me miss my connecting train. Panic. Begin sending helpless tweets with the hashtag #traffic. Realize that is the most miserable hash tag on the planet if you actually search it. At least we’re all in it together.
6:41 p.m.: Bus arrives at station. I run up the stairs to the platform and nearly trip myself with my umbrella. I watch the train pull away.
6:42 p.m.: Must decide whether I will 1) find a cash machine, pay ATM fee to buy fare card for the other train home (the ‘el’), eat dinner late and have a crappy late workout, or 2) use debit card at train station during hour delay to buy dinner, use my pre-paid monthly train ticket (for Metra), and work out on time. Man-friend seals the deal for option two by noting we have no food in the apartment. Hello fast food.
6:45 p.m.: My date with Burrito Bowl at the train station begins. Dinner, $9.00, tacos.
6:50 p.m.: I spill $9.00 tacos all over my white coat.
6:51 p.m.: In public restroom, attempting to wipe out stain with wet toilet paper. It disintegrates on coat. Stain is still present. Now have bathroom germs and toilet papers all over me, along with taco juice.
7:00 p.m.: Buy Tide Pen for stain, and Purel for the germs. And an issue of “Whole Living,” because I have 40 mins to kill and I’ve already read the newspaper. Plus, I’m clearly in need of some ‘body + soul balance.’ $15 freaking dollars.
7:01 p.m.: See a copy of The Atlantic after I’ve already paid. Realize I printed out a six-page article at work that I wanted to read and left it on the printer. Could have skipped magazine entirely.
7:02 p.m.: Tide pen does nothing. Taco jacket still is looking gross. Oh well, if I decide to take the el at least I have Tide and Purel. But considering my luck, I should probably just stay where I am.
7:05 p.m.: Back on the train platform.
7:40 p.m.: Nearly two hours after I leave my office I’m back on my way home, with zero cash, a magazine I don’t need, and some heartburn.
That saying’s right, when it rains, it pours. At least tomorrow is Friday.
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October 14th, 2011 @ 8:42 pm
Aww you poor thing. That would put me in a horrible mood. Good thing it is almost the weekend.
October 15th, 2011 @ 12:36 am
I am so sorry.
I have been known to spill things on me. Constantly. Especially when I wear white.
I ALWAYS keep Shout Wipes in my bag — they take up no room and work great:
http://www.shoutitout.com/en-US/Products/Pages/shout-wipes.aspx
October 17th, 2011 @ 3:56 pm
The Shout Wipes have never worked for me. This is the first time Tide has let me down!
October 26th, 2011 @ 11:52 pm
Oh no! Were you able to get the stains out after you got home?