This morning began with a trip to the dentist. Insert screams of horror and misery here, but muffle them a bit because it was just a cleaning and check up. And there were no cavities! Happiness!
The dentist is very close to a metro stop, and parking is problematic, so it’s easier to just do the metro thing. Because the D6 bus is completely incapable of running on anything resembling a schedule (thank you nextbusdc.com for warning me that it would be 50 minutes (!) until the next one came along), I took the 90/92 down to grab the train. That bus always has “interesting” people on it. This morning’s interesting person was a mostly toothless guy listening to a blaring Walkman. That was merely annoying (and is my biggest public transportation pet peeve), but what was amusing was that he was listening to Billy Joel’s “You May Be Right” and sort of singing along. His version of singing along consisted of loudly mumbling nonsense words and occasionally getting one or two right. Except that he always got the line “I may be crazy” correct.
Oh, and it snowed last night. I didn’t know until I walked out the door and was startled by an inch of white stuff on the ground. I was momentarily alarmed and didn’t know what to do (holy crap, it’s snow! What do I do now?!), suggesting that such reactions must have to do with something the government puts in the water and I’ve now been contaminated, but then I remembered that snow wasn’t toxic and I could go about my day just fine.
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