This morning started like any morning...I woke up, looked around, closed my eyes and willed the time to change back 5 hours so that I could stay snuggle wrapped in our blessing of a bed. I reluctantly got up, Carpe Diem! After really dolling it up this morning, and taking every minute I needed to get ready, I found myself scouring the house for my keys frantic and running out of time. I always put them in my purse or on the counter in the kictchen right as I walk in but I couldn't find them.
Looks like I'm taking the train...I look at my watch...
DAMN! The train just left. I call a cab to take me to the transfer station where I can catch the next train and hopefully make it to work in time.
I was surprised to be picked up by a long haired hippy. He had a lot of questions about my scooter. (you know the one without the keys?) I started to get a little uneasy since he was asking so many questions and now he knows where I live... He began to tell me that he only drives the cab two weeks a month until his school money comes in, and then he doesn't work. Also, he lives off of $1300 a month. He goes on to explain why that is good since our dollar isn't worth anything anymore and he can live off of very little. "The EU doesn't want our money, no one will accept our money for oil, we are going to implode." Have I mentioned, I HATE TALKING ABOUT THIS KIND OF THING?! I have gone over it and over it in my head. If it happens, I will still have a purpose, even if it is altered...but I am late for work, can we talk about something else?!
The cab comes to a stop, I get my change. I wish him "Good luck after the collapse" and he reassures me he will be fine since he can live on so little. ...yeah, me too...
As I walk over to the ticket machine to get fare for the train, I think to myself, "He must think I'm a total jerk for taking a cab to catch the train...which is cheaper." Once I finish the thought, it dawned on me that he'd be understand since he, too, is an economical genius.
I haven't ridden the RTD in a while, and I noticed a musty smell that I did not remember. Mouth breathing it is... I applied mascara and eyeliner before I got to work, without the wind smearing black streaks across my face which tends to happen on my scootie.
As I listened to Pele on the iPod and reflected, it dawned on me! I left my scooter keys in the bathroom in the garage!!! Oh relief! You sweet sensation...
A recap of when I lost track of the keys:
I ran into the garage restroom after moving my scooter inside last night, I looked around, but NO bath tissue so I turned (leaving my keys on the sink) and ran upstairs. Who puts a bathroom in a garage anyway? Of course it wouldn't have tissue, no one uses it!
I can hardly wait to get home and find my keys waiting for me :)
