The Boat and The Paintbrush
Today I had to do the thing that I hate to do the most in the lab. Then, I got blood in my eye (I know, but the safety goggles are sooooo ugly). Then, my bus broke down, and I had to get off and wait 35-min for the next bus. The next bus had no air-conditioning. As I started to warm up, I began to reek of paraformaldehyde, making the boy sitting next to me get up and move.
When I was getting ready to get on my third bus of the day, I dropped the cap to my soda. My soda was only 3/4 full, but you can't have open containers on the bus, and I have issues about the 5-second rule so I had to throw my drink away. I don't want to hear it--people pee on that sidewalk.
As I sat on the bus dehydrated and needing some caffeine in a bad way, the woman next to me started screaming something about a boat and a paintbrush over and over and over again. As I've mentioned before, I find it rude to get up and move unless the person next to you has scabies, lice, or a bad case of pervertedness. I just sat there trying to pretend that everything was normal, that this woman was not screaming, with her left breast falling out of her shirt, about a boat and a paintbrush. I've learned not to ask people who are screaming to themselves if they are O.K.--don't ever do it.
Then I got off of the bus, tripped crossing the street in a busy intersection causing a clusterfuck of angry drivers, and limped home.
All that and I'm still smiling. Some days I get so down over the little things, and other days it doesn't matter what happens. Besides, this is the kind of day every blogger dreams about.