My First World Problem

People don’t take me seriously when I truly mean something I say.

This is just one of many examples. What a world I live in.

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I’m glad I’m not a doctor or a judge. Or a graphic artist for that matter.

It probably also explains why I’m single.

Sing Me A Lullaby

I could listen to this forever. Such soothing, angelic voices.

I’m feelin’ electric tonight
Cruising down the coast goin’ ’bout 99
Got my bad baby by my heavenly side
I know if I go, I’ll die happy tonight

She Made My Day

As I dropped my car off for routine service, I had to hop on to the Skytrain at Main Street in order to get to work.

I made my way to the first fare machine, only to find that the debit / credit card reader was broken, so I went over to the next one. A hoard of people rushed down the escalator and suddenly, a pretty blonde girl comes up to me with a smile, offering me her Skytrain ticket. “You can have it. It’s still good for an hour and a bit.”

“Wow, thank you so much. I really appreciate it!”

All I had to do was pop it into the machine and add a fare zone for another $1.50 or whatever it was. And off she went.

Pretty blonde girl with British accent, black jacket and pink yoga mat – if you are reading this, I’d love to have coffee with you. You really made my day and you restored my faith in public transit. (Just kidding, not really.)

Oh, and yum.
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