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Oct. 15th, 2010 10:09 pm
Back to the nest
Today's moment of self-righteous fury: After my appointment at Illinois Masonic, I made my way down Wellington to the junction with Clark, thinking Bookman's Corner would be open. It wasn't, so I turned north to cross to street only to find the crosswalk blocked by a large town car. The well-dressed woman inside was so focussed on finding an opening in the traffic that to get her to noticed me I eventually had to tap her fender with my crutch. Any decent person would've backed up a bit at the point, but I swear she only edged out further. I started crossing anyway and did my typical stop, stare through the windshield, and ask "What is wrong with you?" manœuvre. She pulled such a mean face that it was no surprise when she rolled down her window and yelled, "I shoulda run you down!" "COME BACK HERE AND TRY IT!" I called back as she drove off.
I had a longish wait for the bus, so it was no surprise to find it packed when I got in. The driver was no help. She started forward before I could move in, so I stayed by the card reader and held on. She halted and a passenger asked me, "Are you going to stay there?" "I think I have to be behind the yellow line, don't I?" I said, appealing to the driver. "I can't see a thing with you standing there," she said. "Well, I'm not moving until I'm sure you're going to stay still," I replied. At this point, a man nearby turned into the bus and called, "We have someone on crutches up front!" People began to move aside and an elderly man who was getting off at Belmont gave up his seat for me. Much as I appreciated sitting, I enjoyed even more the reassurance that most people don't suck.
I needed it because I woke up feeling so wretched that I called in sick. Instead of taking the el into work, I rode the bus back home and fell into bed for two hours, waking only shortly before![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
monshu got home and informed me that our neighbour/co-worker was coming over for drinks. When he saw the smoked fish I'd brought back from Door County, he ran to the store for crackers and farmers cheese and ate so much of this sitting on the back porch and drinking that neither of us felt like having a proper dinner. Instead, we went downstairs and popped in Juno, breaking partway through for some toast and hot chocolate.
I had a longish wait for the bus, so it was no surprise to find it packed when I got in. The driver was no help. She started forward before I could move in, so I stayed by the card reader and held on. She halted and a passenger asked me, "Are you going to stay there?" "I think I have to be behind the yellow line, don't I?" I said, appealing to the driver. "I can't see a thing with you standing there," she said. "Well, I'm not moving until I'm sure you're going to stay still," I replied. At this point, a man nearby turned into the bus and called, "We have someone on crutches up front!" People began to move aside and an elderly man who was getting off at Belmont gave up his seat for me. Much as I appreciated sitting, I enjoyed even more the reassurance that most people don't suck.
I needed it because I woke up feeling so wretched that I called in sick. Instead of taking the el into work, I rode the bus back home and fell into bed for two hours, waking only shortly before
monshu got home and informed me that our neighbour/co-worker was coming over for drinks. When he saw the smoked fish I'd brought back from Door County, he ran to the store for crackers and farmers cheese and ate so much of this sitting on the back porch and drinking that neither of us felt like having a proper dinner. Instead, we went downstairs and popped in Juno, breaking partway through for some toast and hot chocolate.