I tire
of the quest
the ongoing existence
without that which I’ve already had
but no longer have
and long
so much
to have
again.
Misleads kill me.
Sorry for Helping
•September 14, 2011 • Leave a CommentUgh.
So, I get off of the bus this morning and notice that an embarking passenger is having difficulty getting her bike up on the rack.
“Would you like some help?” I ask.
She scowls at me, so I step back. She proceeds to put the bike on in the wrong direction.
As she struggles to pull the hook over the basket on the back of her bike, I explain that the front wheel needs to go under the hook. She scowls at me again, but I ignore her. I remove her bike and replace it on the rack properly. “It’s should face this way.” I offer.
“I know!” she snaps, clearly annoyed, mumbling incoherently.
“Oh. I’m sorry for helping.” I offer.
People. Really.
You make me wanna blog.
From Metro Transit Website
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