What a day, what a day. All good in the end though.
I started my day by going to Curves. My favorite desk lady wasn't there so it wasn't as much fun as it is normally. Then, I came back to the apartment to find a gianormous stack of boxes waiting for me at the mailbox bank. After three trips to get it all into the elevator, and three trips to get it into the hallway, and three trips to get it all into the apartment, I got to open everything! yay!
Then, I'm preparing a bunch of things to mail out, started a load of laundry, showered and ready to walk to the post office. I figure the walk to the post office, wait in line, and walk back will take at least an hour, so I decide to wait until laundry needs to be changed. Get the second load of laundry ready, gather my mail, my purse, and head downstairs. Making sure, because I'm leaving the building to lock the apartment door. The moment the door closes, I realize my keys are sitting in the pocket of the green sweatshirt I put on to go to Curves this morning. Uh oh. I head downstairs, change laundry, and putz about for a bit hoping to run into the building maintenance guy. (who I usually see every single time I enter or exit the building) No sign of him. At this point my bladder is talking to me and I know I better find a bathroom.
About two blocks away, I stop in at my favorite coffee joint and perform my duty as a pregnant lady to use every public bathroom in my path. I continue on to the post office, where the line is incredibly long. It takes me 40 minutes just to get the stuff mailed out. Crazy. Walking back, I stop back in at my favorite bathroom/cafe. Then I head back to the apartment. I wait outside the front door until I see movement inside, I act like I'm searching for my keys in my purse, the guy coming out holds the door open for me. I'm in the building! yay!
I change laundry, fold the stuff that was in the dryer, and start the other load drying. Making me extra glad I put extra quarters in my pocket. (See, I was very prepared for this outing, cept for the keys) Then, I just sit in the lobby and wait. I wait and wait. My bladder begining once again to talk to me when I hear the elevator moving. I'm hoping and praying its Ibrahim, the maintenance guy, the elvator door opens and a young blonde kid comes out. Oy. BUT! he's followed by Ibrahim rolling a mop and bucket. yay! Ibrahim chuckles when I ask if he can let me into my apartment. We jaunt upstairs, he lets me in, I thank him, not too profusely because the urge to pee is quite pressing. And then I call Nilesh.
Nilesh sounds panicked at first, he thinks I've lost my keys. I reassure him that not only are my keys not lost, but I'm not even locked out anymore. Hee. Now, I've posted my adventures here, I can return downstairs to grab the folded laundry, come back up here and iron a couple shirts and pairs of pants. (Tracy, ironing? What? Yes, I iron his clothes because I have time and he doesn't. who'd've ever thunk it?)
Then, I get to make dinner, which will consist of the odd vegetables I have in the fridge (carrots, yellow squash, broccoli) and possibly some spaghetti noodles. mmmmm. Maybe I'll go to the grocery store before Nilesh gets home as well. But this time, I'll remember my keys. Promise.
Addendum: Crazy People
First crazy guy of day - Coffee Shop Germaphobe
I've seen this old white guy twice in my cafe. He is short, tiny, and dressed like a British man of the 19th century. Lots of tweed. He carries around his own utensils in plastic (ala Jack Nicholson's character in As Good as It Gets)but he gets the house coffee, in the house coffee mugs. I've been skeptical of these mugs myself. He then goes to the accountrements counter and proceeds to use two thousand napkins to move the sugars, milks, and stir sticks to where he likes them. And then he uses another two thousand napkins to handle the sugar, milk and stir sticks to make his coffee the way he likes it. A handful of napkins go in his pocket and he uses those to move the chair he chooses to sit on away from the table, to sit on, to cover the table with napkins, and then to handle the coffee cup. A new napkin for each sip. Once he's settled, heaven forbid anyone sit at a table more than two tables close to his because then he has to redo the whole ritual of napkin covering at another table with fewer people nearby.
Second crazy guy of the Day: Ibrahim, the maintenance man
I caught him smoking a cigarette in the elevator. And then again, coming back from shopping, with another cigarette while vacuuming my hallway. Maybe no crazy by your standards, but I find it amusing that he palms the cigarette and grins cheesily. This is a man who before today I've never seen crack a smile before. And, as previously mentioned, I see him a lot. Maybe the smile is because of the lock out earlier, or because he's covering his indoor smoking habit. Either way, he gets a crazy mark for the day in my book even though he saved my bladder earlier.
Third crazy guy of the Day: Invisible Sex Partner guy buying Grapes
This guy was interesting. He was in line behind me at the grocery store. At first, I thought he was talking to this guy in line with us, the the other guy in line changed lines. That's when the crazy old black man (who was NOT, I repeat NOT on some invisible cell phone) started getting into an argument with his invisible sex partner. He kept saying, "nah, nah, nah... I'm not saying you shouldn't be having the sex. but you gots ta tell me first." pause as he listens to response "Oh hell no you didn't. I could get some crazy funk from that shit." The whole time this very explicit conversation with his Invisible sex partner continued, he was fondling his green grapes.
Fourth crazy guy of the Day: Man who shoots bus stop glass
Walking out of the grocery store, I have barely half a block to my apartment. I hear this crazy noise, and glass shattering. The people on the sidewalk in front of me freeze. People across the street freeze. One guy continues moving, and he's waving a gun around in his hand. Yelling at the empty bus stop. He then turns and starts asking if anyone else wants their "ass blown to smithereens." I just stay still. Hoping that if I don't move he won't see me. It worked. He crosses the street. Now, he's in front of my apartment building. He waves the gun once more, turns around and starts walking quickly down the street. His sky blue athletic pants being held up by the same hand holding the gun. His other hand holding his sky blue bandana onto his head because its very windy. He gets another fifty feet before everyone starts moving again. And then we all just continue. As if someone had pushed pause, waited a minute, and hit play once more.
Today, I feel like I'm really living in a city.
I started my day by going to Curves. My favorite desk lady wasn't there so it wasn't as much fun as it is normally. Then, I came back to the apartment to find a gianormous stack of boxes waiting for me at the mailbox bank. After three trips to get it all into the elevator, and three trips to get it into the hallway, and three trips to get it all into the apartment, I got to open everything! yay!
Then, I'm preparing a bunch of things to mail out, started a load of laundry, showered and ready to walk to the post office. I figure the walk to the post office, wait in line, and walk back will take at least an hour, so I decide to wait until laundry needs to be changed. Get the second load of laundry ready, gather my mail, my purse, and head downstairs. Making sure, because I'm leaving the building to lock the apartment door. The moment the door closes, I realize my keys are sitting in the pocket of the green sweatshirt I put on to go to Curves this morning. Uh oh. I head downstairs, change laundry, and putz about for a bit hoping to run into the building maintenance guy. (who I usually see every single time I enter or exit the building) No sign of him. At this point my bladder is talking to me and I know I better find a bathroom.
About two blocks away, I stop in at my favorite coffee joint and perform my duty as a pregnant lady to use every public bathroom in my path. I continue on to the post office, where the line is incredibly long. It takes me 40 minutes just to get the stuff mailed out. Crazy. Walking back, I stop back in at my favorite bathroom/cafe. Then I head back to the apartment. I wait outside the front door until I see movement inside, I act like I'm searching for my keys in my purse, the guy coming out holds the door open for me. I'm in the building! yay!
I change laundry, fold the stuff that was in the dryer, and start the other load drying. Making me extra glad I put extra quarters in my pocket. (See, I was very prepared for this outing, cept for the keys) Then, I just sit in the lobby and wait. I wait and wait. My bladder begining once again to talk to me when I hear the elevator moving. I'm hoping and praying its Ibrahim, the maintenance guy, the elvator door opens and a young blonde kid comes out. Oy. BUT! he's followed by Ibrahim rolling a mop and bucket. yay! Ibrahim chuckles when I ask if he can let me into my apartment. We jaunt upstairs, he lets me in, I thank him, not too profusely because the urge to pee is quite pressing. And then I call Nilesh.
Nilesh sounds panicked at first, he thinks I've lost my keys. I reassure him that not only are my keys not lost, but I'm not even locked out anymore. Hee. Now, I've posted my adventures here, I can return downstairs to grab the folded laundry, come back up here and iron a couple shirts and pairs of pants. (Tracy, ironing? What? Yes, I iron his clothes because I have time and he doesn't. who'd've ever thunk it?)
Then, I get to make dinner, which will consist of the odd vegetables I have in the fridge (carrots, yellow squash, broccoli) and possibly some spaghetti noodles. mmmmm. Maybe I'll go to the grocery store before Nilesh gets home as well. But this time, I'll remember my keys. Promise.
Addendum: Crazy People
First crazy guy of day - Coffee Shop Germaphobe
I've seen this old white guy twice in my cafe. He is short, tiny, and dressed like a British man of the 19th century. Lots of tweed. He carries around his own utensils in plastic (ala Jack Nicholson's character in As Good as It Gets)but he gets the house coffee, in the house coffee mugs. I've been skeptical of these mugs myself. He then goes to the accountrements counter and proceeds to use two thousand napkins to move the sugars, milks, and stir sticks to where he likes them. And then he uses another two thousand napkins to handle the sugar, milk and stir sticks to make his coffee the way he likes it. A handful of napkins go in his pocket and he uses those to move the chair he chooses to sit on away from the table, to sit on, to cover the table with napkins, and then to handle the coffee cup. A new napkin for each sip. Once he's settled, heaven forbid anyone sit at a table more than two tables close to his because then he has to redo the whole ritual of napkin covering at another table with fewer people nearby.
Second crazy guy of the Day: Ibrahim, the maintenance man
I caught him smoking a cigarette in the elevator. And then again, coming back from shopping, with another cigarette while vacuuming my hallway. Maybe no crazy by your standards, but I find it amusing that he palms the cigarette and grins cheesily. This is a man who before today I've never seen crack a smile before. And, as previously mentioned, I see him a lot. Maybe the smile is because of the lock out earlier, or because he's covering his indoor smoking habit. Either way, he gets a crazy mark for the day in my book even though he saved my bladder earlier.
Third crazy guy of the Day: Invisible Sex Partner guy buying Grapes
This guy was interesting. He was in line behind me at the grocery store. At first, I thought he was talking to this guy in line with us, the the other guy in line changed lines. That's when the crazy old black man (who was NOT, I repeat NOT on some invisible cell phone) started getting into an argument with his invisible sex partner. He kept saying, "nah, nah, nah... I'm not saying you shouldn't be having the sex. but you gots ta tell me first." pause as he listens to response "Oh hell no you didn't. I could get some crazy funk from that shit." The whole time this very explicit conversation with his Invisible sex partner continued, he was fondling his green grapes.
Fourth crazy guy of the Day: Man who shoots bus stop glass
Walking out of the grocery store, I have barely half a block to my apartment. I hear this crazy noise, and glass shattering. The people on the sidewalk in front of me freeze. People across the street freeze. One guy continues moving, and he's waving a gun around in his hand. Yelling at the empty bus stop. He then turns and starts asking if anyone else wants their "ass blown to smithereens." I just stay still. Hoping that if I don't move he won't see me. It worked. He crosses the street. Now, he's in front of my apartment building. He waves the gun once more, turns around and starts walking quickly down the street. His sky blue athletic pants being held up by the same hand holding the gun. His other hand holding his sky blue bandana onto his head because its very windy. He gets another fifty feet before everyone starts moving again. And then we all just continue. As if someone had pushed pause, waited a minute, and hit play once more.
Today, I feel like I'm really living in a city.
3 Comments:
What a neat bunch of people. I hope to hear lots more. It was fun reading. Did no one call the police on crazy guy number 4?
I went to curves for the first time tonight. Did 4 circuits around and when I mentioned that i did that, the lady (substitute desk lady) said I shouldn't do 4. I liked it. Paid for a full year and got a month free with no intro fee. yea. Fish for dinner, bye for now. Oh, I like kale, in broccoli, chopped fine in my smoothie, on my sandwich. Thanks for the tip.
Love Mom
My grassroots campaign for kale is taking hold. Yes!
As to Curves, they usually recommend not doing that many circuits because the typical people at Curves aren't big exercisers to begin with, and they want to get people into the habit of exercising. So, its usually better to start with fewer circuits, takes less time, and thus, easier to make exercise part of your daily routine. You do what you want, though, is my opinion. As long as you keep doing it, all will be well.
I figured out why I love living downtown so much... it's because I feel like I'm actually living in the city. Now I can't wait til I can move to an actual city! Your descriptions make me want to move so much.
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