Showing posts with label San Francisco. Show all posts
Showing posts with label San Francisco. Show all posts
Friday, March 2, 2012
i want to go to there.
Um, can I please live here?
One day after we went out to lunch, we were walking back to the apartment and we passed this B-E-A-utiful place above Fresh. 2 floors + rooftop (I'm guessing?). Whatever. It's hard to tell in the picture, but it was so neat! And is basically a dream living space.
It reminds me of the apartment in the movie "Big."
Too bad I don't just have piles of money lying around! Oh well. : )
Labels:
apartment,
San Francisco
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
the most awkward bus ride there ever was.
If you ever thought to yourself, "I wonder what the most awkward bus ride ever was...", I'm about to answer your question. Because I know. How do I know?
Because it was the bus ride that I experienced yesterday.
We were about to get on the bus when Josh told me that I should pay because it would be easier since he was holding Tatum. Okay, no big. I've totally got this! Right? WRONG. (Oh. So. Wrong.)
We climb aboard.
I put the $5 in the money slot, but it's being difficult and won't take it. So, I mean, I obviously start getting flustered. I'm holding up the line!
Finally, it goes in.
The bus driver is holding up two tickets. I go to grab them, but then do that awkward back away thing, because I realize he's holding them pretty close to himself...He must be waiting for the money to process or something.
But then, he doesn't do anything. So I go to grab them again, but I back away again. (WHY, LYDIA? Why did you back away a second time?!)
Then. He gives me a look as if to say, "Just take the dang tickets!"
I take them.
I take my seat.
I start to tell Josh the story. Then, I hear, "Ma'am? MA'AM."
The bus driver is calling me out. "Ma'am, come up here."
"Yes?"
"Just stand right here." He sounded oddly stern...
"Oookaaayyy..." I sounded sort of rude.
A minute passes.
"I just wanted to get you your change, but I can't handle cash, so I had to wait for a passenger with it."
Aww. So nice!
After I get my change, I go back to my seat.
I finish telling Josh the story.
And then, I tell him that I thought I was in trouble with the bus driver. Like, he was going to make me stand at the front of the bus for the whole ride or something, for not being a more efficient bus rider.
What the heck do I think this is, elementary school?
Oh, Lyds. Sigh.
**You're so welcome for this super unnecessarily lengthy and pointless story.**
Because it was the bus ride that I experienced yesterday.
{yes, i actually made this. i wouldn't worry about it.}
We were about to get on the bus when Josh told me that I should pay because it would be easier since he was holding Tatum. Okay, no big. I've totally got this! Right? WRONG. (Oh. So. Wrong.)
We climb aboard.
I put the $5 in the money slot, but it's being difficult and won't take it. So, I mean, I obviously start getting flustered. I'm holding up the line!
Finally, it goes in.
The bus driver is holding up two tickets. I go to grab them, but then do that awkward back away thing, because I realize he's holding them pretty close to himself...He must be waiting for the money to process or something.
But then, he doesn't do anything. So I go to grab them again, but I back away again. (WHY, LYDIA? Why did you back away a second time?!)
Then. He gives me a look as if to say, "Just take the dang tickets!"
I take them.
I take my seat.
I start to tell Josh the story. Then, I hear, "Ma'am? MA'AM."
The bus driver is calling me out. "Ma'am, come up here."
"Yes?"
"Just stand right here." He sounded oddly stern...
"Oookaaayyy..." I sounded sort of rude.
A minute passes.
"I just wanted to get you your change, but I can't handle cash, so I had to wait for a passenger with it."
Aww. So nice!
After I get my change, I go back to my seat.
I finish telling Josh the story.
And then, I tell him that I thought I was in trouble with the bus driver. Like, he was going to make me stand at the front of the bus for the whole ride or something, for not being a more efficient bus rider.
What the heck do I think this is, elementary school?
Oh, Lyds. Sigh.
**You're so welcome for this super unnecessarily lengthy and pointless story.**
Labels:
beyond awkward,
San Francisco,
storytelling
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