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Mar. 9th, 2009 12:40 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
isabelladangeloAh, the fun of using public transportation. The bus ride wasn't quite as scary as I remember it. There were a lot more normal, or at least medicated, people on the bus this time. It came on time too, which was a shocker.
I took the metro in and realize I read the schedule for the shuttle to work wrong. It wasn't too bad; it meant I got to sit at Au Bon Pan for an extra half hour than I thought. I'll get it right tomorrow.
Well, I ended up waiting for the shuttle forever. The funny thing was, there was a large group of us...all from the same department. :-) I recognized a couple of them and knew that one was up on the fifth floor of my work space. So, we stood around, outside on this lovely day, waiting. And waiting. And waiting.
When a lady that was heading to our building pulled up, we all piled in only to see the shuttle right behind her. (Yes, I got into a strangers car! Oh noes! Turns out, she sits right next to one of the ladies that does all our admin paperwork.) We ended up talking about odd clothing choices. (I swear, I did NOT bring it up. One of the guys did. Honest!)
Anna, who was one of the ladies I recognized, said her daughter had gone through a phase where she wore black doc martens, plaid skirts, and had her hair dyed this fire engine red. As she was trying to describe the color, I pulled out my strand of play-do red hair and asked "like this?" The gentleman next to me nodded and pointed to my hair again "yeah, like that?" Anna said it was about that color. :-)
Now...to go put green streaks in my hair by the weekend. :-)
I took the metro in and realize I read the schedule for the shuttle to work wrong. It wasn't too bad; it meant I got to sit at Au Bon Pan for an extra half hour than I thought. I'll get it right tomorrow.
Well, I ended up waiting for the shuttle forever. The funny thing was, there was a large group of us...all from the same department. :-) I recognized a couple of them and knew that one was up on the fifth floor of my work space. So, we stood around, outside on this lovely day, waiting. And waiting. And waiting.
When a lady that was heading to our building pulled up, we all piled in only to see the shuttle right behind her. (Yes, I got into a strangers car! Oh noes! Turns out, she sits right next to one of the ladies that does all our admin paperwork.) We ended up talking about odd clothing choices. (I swear, I did NOT bring it up. One of the guys did. Honest!)
Anna, who was one of the ladies I recognized, said her daughter had gone through a phase where she wore black doc martens, plaid skirts, and had her hair dyed this fire engine red. As she was trying to describe the color, I pulled out my strand of play-do red hair and asked "like this?" The gentleman next to me nodded and pointed to my hair again "yeah, like that?" Anna said it was about that color. :-)
Now...to go put green streaks in my hair by the weekend. :-)