I’ve been too distracted, there’s a conversation playing in my mind. I forgot to take the borrowed-expensive-brand-new umbrella laying on the bus floor. Good thing, cousinbear’s wifey took pity on poor me and didn’t chew my Monkey Wavesweet bum off (just a li’l bit in the ear:)
Everything seems to drag this morning. I didn’t want my impatience to show on my transparent face so I had to keep my gray matter (i.e., brain) running on a different avenue. I was creating a play that might transpire tomorrow, for the much anticipated appoinment. From downloading a copy of my bank statement online that took ages, in cousinbear’s lair; I took two bus rides to Lonsdale Avenue. Got three errands to run. Wait, wait, wait! I was standing in front of another bank teller’s solemn face (good, not leathery:) for twenty-five minutes, while the transaction was being processed. I lined up way too long in the grocery… the lady before me had to count all of what was left of the coins in her bag, after the machine rejected her debit card for insufficient funds. The cashier was so pissed off, she kept mumbling when the poor woman left…”no money for food, blah blah blah,got money for fancy clothes,blah blah blah, gold bracelets, blah blah blah, silver earrings, blah blah blah! Gee, I felt sorry for the woman, I want to stuff a couple of Twix in the cashier’s mouth –talking behind somebody’s back. Hey, shit things happen, let go, girl. That’s no excuse for you to bad mouth the other. Having insufficient funds ain’t a sin, judging the poor soul-with-no-sufficient-fund-for-food is. Hay, ka-killjoy ng ale. The cashier is a picture-perfect gorilla.
Next stop, the studio. Before handing me over the $21.43 photos, the ancient photograper said, “Oh, it’s beautiful! My machine is new. Good for you!” I thought, “It better be good! I’m paying more than a two hour’s wage for it –just four copies!” He better make more wonders on my already wonderful face;) I got the masterpiece… not bad. That’s me all right, looking like an anemicPanda panda; reminds me to get more beauty rest. I should’ve painted my face a little. I forget, I don’t even own that thing they call make-up. The only paint I got is a slim one year old Revlon mocha silk lipcolor. I’ll stick on cherry Chapstick.
Where was I? Bank, grocery, studio… the bus! From Upper Lonsdale, I boarded the 229 bus, where the movie in my mind was playing during the ride. I alighted the bus at the corner of Third Street to take the 239 bus that will take me back to Mountain Highway. I was in the middle of the crosswalk, the rain on me, when I remembered the poor borrowed umbrella. I want to kick myself for not having the presence of mind to grab it near my feet on board the bus. Sorry, bye-bye, umbry…” Had I not been coughing like an old car engine, I wouldn’t have taken it from cousinbear’s lair. (My ward’s flu virus is contagious. She loves me so much she passed the virus to me:)
I had with me a backpack stuffed with documents for tomorrow, my notebooks, and a pack of sixteen bars assortment of Twix, Mars and Snickers (the least fave). The other hand holding a shopping bag with a couple of family-pack potato chips, and a box of one dozen vanilla-glazed doughnuts!
Another piss-me-off seeing the tail of 239 bus just when I was seconds away from the bus stop. That meant a fifteen-minute wait (again!) in the five degree Celsius rainy weather. To kick the irritant kryptonites away; keep off the gorilla face; the conversations in my head, on board the bus awhile ago, was replaced by countless-quiet-happy-bouncy-clapping-grinning monkeys — cheering me on… “Go, sistah, go, sister! Go, sistah, go sister!”
Now, I’m grinning like an idiot in the cold rain. I’ll dig in my Twix in just a while, Monkey KissTwix-free week is over… nya ha ha ha!
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