Thanks for breaking my back, MUNI!

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I was riding the MUNI train today thinking about how much my back hurt just barely pressing up against the seat when the train came to a sudden halt, causing me to lurch forward, then slam back into the seat. The Chinese man next to me went, “Ai yo!” and several people clamored in their seat, murmuring about how that was a hard stop. I remained silent (or stoic) just cursing myself for having such a decrepit back, while also wondering what people would do if I very emphatically yelled, “OW THAT REALLY HURT!” Because seriously, it did, but at least we didn’t slam into another train especially since I was foolishly sitting in the second car which probably would have gotten mangled.

Conversation with an Ex with Whom It Ended Badly – Part the 2nd

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So, this has really got to stop happening….

I ran into that guy AGAIN today. Actually, more precisely, I ran into his daughter in the ladies room at the local bookstore. She looked me up and down and said “Oh. You. Hi!”

“Hello…” I responded. “Nice to see you.” I then quickly exited hoping her dad wouldn’t be waiting for her. He was. No escape.

We were actually pretty civil and, fortunately, I’m wearing an extremely work inappropriate outfit today, with a super tight top and skirt, so you know. I got that going for me. Looking hot is the best revenge…or something?

Anyway, I’ve happily settled into a seemingly stable relationship with a new guy (although, I thought that 3 months ago and that guy turned out to be a lying, cheating jerkola, but that’s another sad sigh for another time; remember that I am the Cathy of Sad Sigh) so seeing the ex didn’t have as jarring an effect on me this time as it did last time. Not that I regret getting rid of him, it’s just, you know, being dumped for being too smart has a rather, um, terrible effect on the self-esteem of even the brashest of young ladies, ya dig?

But, universe, just because I’m used to seeing him now doesn’t mean you have to throw him in my face, OK? I get it. He still exists. He didn’t die of heart failure while having sex with someone else. Now let’s all pick up and move on. Because he neither lives nor works in my city, so he has NO REASON for being here so goddamned often. Got it, universe?

An attempt to exercise

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About a month ago I generously received a free bike to use at my leisure in San Francisco. I was excited because that meant I could a) get around without having to walk everywhere, b) save money by not taking the bus, and c) get some exercise that doesn’t involve me walking uphill 30 min to my car. Today was the first day I tested the bike out after securing a dorky looking helmet. We only rode a couple of blocks before I went over the manhole that Abe avoided, and BAM, the basket flew off the bike. Just to clarify my ride, I received a cruiser that belonged to my friend’s mom. It has no gears, I have to back pedal to brake, and yes, it has a basket that was previously held on with a bread tie. Because I was so unaccustomed to riding a bike, especially one that operates like the kinds I rode in elementary school before I got a real bike, I forgot how to brake and stopped myself by dragging my feet on the ground in order to pathetically pick up my basket. The easy part about making biking happen again is securing my basket with one of those bungee hook thingys (which I’m sure I’ll somehow snap into my eye). The hard part will be convincing Abe that I’m not just some cruiser riding hipster holding him back while struggling to keep my basket on and struggling up tiny inclines with no gears, so he’ll ride with me again.