Friday, January 07, 2005
So, for 2005 I seem to have the ability to ALWAYS be 30 seconds too late for any form of public transportation I need to catch. It is beginning to drive me crazy. Really, I am going to work so I should welcome the delay but it is irritating.
This morning there was an extra special guy on the streetcar. He sat down a few seats in front of me and proceeded to pick at his face all the way to Yonge St. He started with his nose, moved to his ears and then picked at sundry scabs and bumps for a good 15 minutes. Lovely. I can't help but stare while the people around him concentrate on the floor.