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ליגן אין דר'ערד און באקן בייגל
So I did buy bagels. From Kupel's Bakery, because day-tripping to New York is improbable. I came back from my voice lesson in Belmont, changed for the 66 at Harvard Square, and had a baker's dozen of bagels, a braided challah, and two parve knishes (one for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
derspatchel, one for me) within half an hour.
And then, because the MBTA fell over and died, it took me two and a half hours to get home.
Strictly speaking, I was only waiting for a return bus for an hour and fifteen minutes of that time. The ever-popular "Not in Service" bus went by once, and so did a 66 which was so crowded, it didn't even stop. The bus which finally came was equally crowded, but at least the driver believed she should let people on. The charming passenger in the Superman T-shirt waiting just beyond the fare machine didn't. As in, he let the college-age dude with the backpack and the earbuds past, but tried to tell me the bus was too full. "I've been waiting for more than an hour," I said. He took that as his cue to yell at the bus driver instead of me, informing all within earshot that he'd waited nearly as long and he didn't pay good tax money to be treated like shit. I paid my fare and thanked the driver for stopping. She said the schedule disruption had to do with Harvard graduation. I'd completely missed it was today.
I got home and I put cream cheese on a bagel and lox on the cream cheese and sour cream on the lox and I ate it. It was primally satisfying. Several glasses of water also disappeared around this time, because I hadn't had anything to drink for three hours at that point.
And thenschreibergasse came over and we went for a walk that took up the rest of the evening, ranging as far as Arlington Center, spiking back to Pemberton's, and finishing at the Somerville, where we picked up Rob at the end of his shift and I gave my word to David the projectionist to attend the Sam Peckinpah series starting in July. Now I'm sitting in front of my computer. I just took a sort of plum-and-nectarine crumble out of the oven.
I'm pretty tired.
derspatchel, one for me) within half an hour.And then, because the MBTA fell over and died, it took me two and a half hours to get home.
Strictly speaking, I was only waiting for a return bus for an hour and fifteen minutes of that time. The ever-popular "Not in Service" bus went by once, and so did a 66 which was so crowded, it didn't even stop. The bus which finally came was equally crowded, but at least the driver believed she should let people on. The charming passenger in the Superman T-shirt waiting just beyond the fare machine didn't. As in, he let the college-age dude with the backpack and the earbuds past, but tried to tell me the bus was too full. "I've been waiting for more than an hour," I said. He took that as his cue to yell at the bus driver instead of me, informing all within earshot that he'd waited nearly as long and he didn't pay good tax money to be treated like shit. I paid my fare and thanked the driver for stopping. She said the schedule disruption had to do with Harvard graduation. I'd completely missed it was today.
I got home and I put cream cheese on a bagel and lox on the cream cheese and sour cream on the lox and I ate it. It was primally satisfying. Several glasses of water also disappeared around this time, because I hadn't had anything to drink for three hours at that point.
And then
schreibergasse came over and we went for a walk that took up the rest of the evening, ranging as far as Arlington Center, spiking back to Pemberton's, and finishing at the Somerville, where we picked up Rob at the end of his shift and I gave my word to David the projectionist to attend the Sam Peckinpah series starting in July. Now I'm sitting in front of my computer. I just took a sort of plum-and-nectarine crumble out of the oven.I'm pretty tired.
Re: We all get mad. We all get late.
Every once in a while, I forget their bona fides, and take for granted what I grew up next to. Yeah, I have to go. Soon.
He didn't keep it up or turn violent, which was good
No. Fooling. Still, there's no call for it.