Not quite dead yet
Dec. 1st, 2004 09:01 pmBut my stomach seems to be on the blink. Not going to disgust you with tales of much vomiting - but let's just say my attempts to gain weight have probably just been set back considerably...
(Chris says something about "inf and sup")
Tom: Did you just say "infant soup"?
So, on the way into the city today, our bus got held up by the police for about half an hour. See, these two women got into a bit of a fight when they got on the bus - one of them pushed the other out of the way - and then one of them got off the bus and *called the police* about it. We were held up right by the bridge, but they couldn't let us get into New York and handle it there because it happened in New Jersey. It took quite some time before we even had any idea what was going on. Meanwhile the woman in front of me (once we did find out what was going on) kept going on and on about how she (the woman who had called the police) "just wanted attention" - that she was just a "fustrated" [sic] woman, that she "wanted attention from her man" but wasn't getting any and if "you had just told her how pretty she looks" none of this would have happened. No, she did not qualify any of her impromptu psychoanalysis with a "probably" or an "I think", and she repeated it over and over at the top of her lungs, eventually seeming to almost break down sobbing. Everyone else just complained that they would be late for work, though the guy sitting next to Tom just kept laughing.
That ends this entry. Time for toast (hoping my stomach is currently working).
-Sniffnoy
--
"Men occasionally stumble on the truth, but most of them pick themselves
up and hurry off as if nothing had happened."
-Winston Churchill
(Chris says something about "inf and sup")
Tom: Did you just say "infant soup"?
So, on the way into the city today, our bus got held up by the police for about half an hour. See, these two women got into a bit of a fight when they got on the bus - one of them pushed the other out of the way - and then one of them got off the bus and *called the police* about it. We were held up right by the bridge, but they couldn't let us get into New York and handle it there because it happened in New Jersey. It took quite some time before we even had any idea what was going on. Meanwhile the woman in front of me (once we did find out what was going on) kept going on and on about how she (the woman who had called the police) "just wanted attention" - that she was just a "fustrated" [sic] woman, that she "wanted attention from her man" but wasn't getting any and if "you had just told her how pretty she looks" none of this would have happened. No, she did not qualify any of her impromptu psychoanalysis with a "probably" or an "I think", and she repeated it over and over at the top of her lungs, eventually seeming to almost break down sobbing. Everyone else just complained that they would be late for work, though the guy sitting next to Tom just kept laughing.
That ends this entry. Time for toast (hoping my stomach is currently working).
-Sniffnoy
--
"Men occasionally stumble on the truth, but most of them pick themselves
up and hurry off as if nothing had happened."
-Winston Churchill
