Talk about a Monday morning. Sprinted up the stairs to catch the train, only to make it to the platform right in time to get the doors closed in my face. Survived the train ride, got on the bus, then was so thrown off by the teenage girls saying they would "push a bitch" who wouldn't get out of their way (who may or may not have been me) that I walked in the wrong direction when I got off. Not that I was scared of 14-year-olds or anything...
It wasn't until I was approaching my building that I realized I'd forgotten my security key. Ten minutes later, feeling like that kid whose mom forgot to pick her up from school, I was finally at my desk. I looked down. My fly was undone.
LOOKS LIKE SOMEBODY'S GOT A CASE OF THE MONDAYS! Barf.
Do you think it all happened because I listened to this as I got ready for work?
"Things start splitting at the seams"/ (I'm forgetting to zip my jeans) ...
At least it wasn't as bad as this historic, awesomely awkward Monday morning commute.
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