kingtycoon | A stupid thing happened on the way to the office...

Today, a day like another. I'll tell you like a sphinx jabbering riddles - this day started too early depending on how you count the days. If you're a fetishist for the 24 hour cycle & count the days as starting and ending somewhere between 11:59 and 12:00 - then it started then and I was a mashedup tangle of drunken feelings & kisses. And if you start it up after you wake - it still got off to a rocky start just ahead of the 6 o'clock alarm. Rain, you know, makes for an unready feeling, an uneasy unwilling start. Today, like another gray & rainy.

In the rain the buses come & go. And then the #10 sputters and fails making the turn up Woodhill at Woodland. The driver, an avid bright eyed fellow with a carefully manicured silver beard - he says - "Be aware that there is some kind of mechanical problem on this coach." You can't hear displeasure about it - he's one of those guys who's happy to be working and doesn't much complain. He says it and like a jinx it comes true - he turns the corner in the midst of heavy construction, heavy traffic & the bus just quits. "Don't do that." Says the bus captain, but it does do that. It quits & then the doors open & close rhythmically and nonstop. All the lanes are down to one lane and all the drivers in their cars are down to one last nerve.

We deboard and watch & stand in the rain. It's the #10 so another will be along in a moment. It's the #10 and it's blocked everyone going anywhere. The repairman isn't long arriving on the scene & he and the bus-captain begin to wave through the trickle of traffic that's allowable - sighing contemptuously at all the cars going off into the closed, wrecked lanes. The jackhammer does not stop, it's loud & continuous and the rain does not stop & the doors open and close on the broken down #10. It goes on a while & there are near confrontations and near misses, the cars go by with angry stares returned.

Another #10 arrives and I'm routed back on path to work. And then I'm at work. Remembering that the day started long ago and this part of the story was written when I didn't sleep & the bus wasn't fixed & work was piling up - all another day. There's a moment when you lose the moment & remember that today is the culmination of yesterdays. And they pile up deep like cars in sudden traffic.