cowbellz's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- next time there will be wheels. i'm heading out to the big apple after work today. my bus leaves at 7 so i wouldn't have enough time to go all the way home and back to get my stuff so i brought it in to work with me today. i packed in my big backpack. the one that i lived out of for five weeks in europe. it's a good backpack. it's been around europe three times. both julie and boomer took it on their adventures over there. if it could talk, i'm sure it could tell some crazy stories. but then it would freak me out. because, you know, talking backpack. anyways. the commute this morning wasn't so pleasant. i had horrible flashbacks of 100 degree days in barcelona carrying that backpack that seemed to get heavier every minute. you can't sit on the train with it on. you can't take it off because you need a good amount of room and maybe even a little help to get it back on. you try to prop it up on anything you can find to take the weight off. but all this i can deal with... it's the people that i got frustrated with this morning. i was trying to be extra cautious and not take anyone out when i turned around or moved about, but now i'm having second thoughts about that one. i should have whacked 'em all good, causing them to fall on their asses and spill their coffee all over. but noooo, i'm too nice for that. moral of the story: (or maybe just my plea). be nice to people on the trains and busses travelling with large backpacks. they're in their own private hell already. AND they have a dangerous weapon strapped to their back. you may just end up on the floor if you're not careful. oops. did I do that? 12:33 pm - 18 january 2002 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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