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Grrrr.
So, I just got back from somewhat of an unwanted adventure, which I will proceed to post here, because I'm a geek like that.
I walk home from the bus stop, more quickly than usual because I have to pee and it's rather cold out. I reach my house, get the mail, and head up the driveway to the garage. I flip open the number pad and enter the code. Enter. Nothing happens. I try again. Nothing. Again. Nothing. I can't remember if dad said that he would be home or not, so I try the doorbell. Nothing. I go around to the back porch (still carrying all my stuff) and go into our halfway-completed screen porch, hoping for at least a little more warmth and maybe an unlocked door as well. If anything, it's colder in the screened in porch that it was outside, and the door doesn't open (insert quick flashback here to this morning when I re-locked it after going outside to take a picture of the sunset). I decide to leave my stuff and try the neighbors' houses, just as dad told me to do should anything like this ever happen. Well guess what. Nobody's home. After trying all the doors of houses with cars in the driveways, I decide to head for the YMCA - about half a mile to a mile away. I go back to my bookbag, grab a book (Memories of a Geisha) and some money for a payphone. Thus I begin my long journey to the Y.
The journey... was hell. It was cold and I had to pee like crazy. I tried running at one point, but that did nothing for my full bladder, so I went back to speed-marching. Finally, after about ten minutes, I rounded a corner and saw it--the great grey building that had a phone, bathrooms, heating, and hundreds of small children. I don't think I have ever been happier to see it.
I went in and headed to the locker rooms; the only bathrooms that I could remember the location of. After coming out, I felt a good deal better, and I washed my hands while a girl that I'd seen around school danced and sang infront of the mirror across from mine. I left and went up to the front desk, where I expected to find my preschool teacher who worked there and would no doubt remember me. But she wasn't working that day. So I asked the person who was where the payphones were, and she pointed me to a pink phone about 20 feet away, informing me that it was free. I happily thanked her and called my dad. He said he would be here in about thirty minutes. I sat down in the lobby and got out my book. After a few minutes, I got hungry, so I went over to the vending machines. They had Cheez-Its, which made me extremely happy. While I was getting that and some gum, I saw a girl from my year whom I absolutely despise with every cell in my body. I smiled at her while thinking "I hope you burn in Hell." She didn't smile back.
After a while, dad finally came to pick me up. He asked where my horn was (I don't know why he wasn't curious about my back pack) and I reminded him it was at the house. He lead me to the car and we drove back home. The drive between home and the YMCA lasts only a minute, and most of the time it hardly seems worth it to drive there at all. But walking takes ten times that, and is not pleasent in the cold, so driving is much prefered.
We got home and I was again asked where my horn was. I retrieved it, my bookbag, and the mail from the porch. I came in and intended to eat some of my chocolate that I saved from yesterday, when dad asked for it. I said that I was just about to eat it, so he asked if he could simply have one piece. I said sure, and he ate one, and then asked for another. I said no, so he took my cookies instead. He opened the box and started to eat one, when I asked when I had offered them to him. Then I noticed that half of my cookies were gone, and only three (which was in the process of decreasing to two) were left. Bad day + No cookies = Bad cookies + No day. It's a double replacement. It is bad. Today was not good. But at the same time, it could have been worse. It's all good. Thanks for reading the long version, happy trails, and may you always be near a bathroom when in need. Good luck with tomarrow, and stay away from bad days. :)
Or the short version:
Went home, was locked out, had to pee, went to the Y, dad stole my cookies, end. :D
So, I just got back from somewhat of an unwanted adventure, which I will proceed to post here, because I'm a geek like that.
I walk home from the bus stop, more quickly than usual because I have to pee and it's rather cold out. I reach my house, get the mail, and head up the driveway to the garage. I flip open the number pad and enter the code. Enter. Nothing happens. I try again. Nothing. Again. Nothing. I can't remember if dad said that he would be home or not, so I try the doorbell. Nothing. I go around to the back porch (still carrying all my stuff) and go into our halfway-completed screen porch, hoping for at least a little more warmth and maybe an unlocked door as well. If anything, it's colder in the screened in porch that it was outside, and the door doesn't open (insert quick flashback here to this morning when I re-locked it after going outside to take a picture of the sunset). I decide to leave my stuff and try the neighbors' houses, just as dad told me to do should anything like this ever happen. Well guess what. Nobody's home. After trying all the doors of houses with cars in the driveways, I decide to head for the YMCA - about half a mile to a mile away. I go back to my bookbag, grab a book (Memories of a Geisha) and some money for a payphone. Thus I begin my long journey to the Y.
The journey... was hell. It was cold and I had to pee like crazy. I tried running at one point, but that did nothing for my full bladder, so I went back to speed-marching. Finally, after about ten minutes, I rounded a corner and saw it--the great grey building that had a phone, bathrooms, heating, and hundreds of small children. I don't think I have ever been happier to see it.
I went in and headed to the locker rooms; the only bathrooms that I could remember the location of. After coming out, I felt a good deal better, and I washed my hands while a girl that I'd seen around school danced and sang infront of the mirror across from mine. I left and went up to the front desk, where I expected to find my preschool teacher who worked there and would no doubt remember me. But she wasn't working that day. So I asked the person who was where the payphones were, and she pointed me to a pink phone about 20 feet away, informing me that it was free. I happily thanked her and called my dad. He said he would be here in about thirty minutes. I sat down in the lobby and got out my book. After a few minutes, I got hungry, so I went over to the vending machines. They had Cheez-Its, which made me extremely happy. While I was getting that and some gum, I saw a girl from my year whom I absolutely despise with every cell in my body. I smiled at her while thinking "I hope you burn in Hell." She didn't smile back.
After a while, dad finally came to pick me up. He asked where my horn was (I don't know why he wasn't curious about my back pack) and I reminded him it was at the house. He lead me to the car and we drove back home. The drive between home and the YMCA lasts only a minute, and most of the time it hardly seems worth it to drive there at all. But walking takes ten times that, and is not pleasent in the cold, so driving is much prefered.
We got home and I was again asked where my horn was. I retrieved it, my bookbag, and the mail from the porch. I came in and intended to eat some of my chocolate that I saved from yesterday, when dad asked for it. I said that I was just about to eat it, so he asked if he could simply have one piece. I said sure, and he ate one, and then asked for another. I said no, so he took my cookies instead. He opened the box and started to eat one, when I asked when I had offered them to him. Then I noticed that half of my cookies were gone, and only three (which was in the process of decreasing to two) were left. Bad day + No cookies = Bad cookies + No day. It's a double replacement. It is bad. Today was not good. But at the same time, it could have been worse. It's all good. Thanks for reading the long version, happy trails, and may you always be near a bathroom when in need. Good luck with tomarrow, and stay away from bad days. :)
Or the short version:
Went home, was locked out, had to pee, went to the Y, dad stole my cookies, end. :D