So is this a Canada goose or a Canadian goose? I used to call it the one and it was wrong and then I switched to the other and now I can’t remember which one is correct. I blame the booze.
Or the heatstroke.
So. Monday was a comedy of errors. I dropped the Bug off at Dusty’s Collision for repair (we should have it back on Friday) and was faced with the choice of walking in to work or walking over to the bus station and getting a bag of tokens. The advantage to the second choice was that it would give me the means to go home after work, where I could pick up my Fiancee’s truck. Then I could pick her up from the Dojo when she was done! What a good plan! Off to the bus station then!
About halfway there I was faced with a video game style challenge… A trio of lawn sprinklers that were washing over the sidewalk. I paused, got the timing down, then walked through without getting sprayed. It was great! I felt like an honorary Mario brother! I got to the transit station just as they opened, and was told that they only accepted cash for tokens, so I continued on to the nearest cash machine. I’d told the office that I was going to be in late, so I wasn’t worried. On the way to the bank, I spotted this flock of geese by the ‘777’ building. Noisy, smelly dirty birds… But they’re pretty darn majestic sometimes.
I got some pictures and headed off in high spirits. That lasted for a block or two, then I was suddenly completely drenched. It wasn’t water though. It was sweat. Instantaneous, full body sweat, accompanied by a mild headache. I’ve had really bad heatstroke before, and I knew that the next steps were shakes, double vision, gut-wrenching nausea, blinding headache and then loss of coherent speech. I realized that I was feeling slightly punchy, ran through the rest of the checklist, and decided that today was a good day to not go to work.
Rather than seek out a bank, I went to the nearest gas station with an ATM and got cash and a bottle of water, which I drained on the way back to the bus station. I got my tokens and a bus schedule to figure out the best route home.
Let me slip into Matrix voice for a moment… <smith>Do you know what I hate about public transit Mr. Anderson? It’s the smell…</smith> And the bouncing and the sudden starts and stops and the noise and the passenger either next to or behind you who sounds like he’s about to cough a lung over your shoulder. It’s all not much fun. But I managed to keep my breakfast down and we got to the Ypsi transit center. Looking at the schedule, I realized that I had about half an hour before the bus that went near my house arrived, so I decided to hoof it. It took me about 40 minutes to get home, and I was working on the double-vision stage of things, but the lack of bus-stink was worth it.
I phoned in to work and let them know that “Late on Monday” now meant “In on Tuesday”, drank a gallon or so of water, and collapsed into air-conditioned slumber.
Apart from that, it was a good weekend.
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