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My none too eventful life
Picture this: A place with snow and cold, where cars are iced down after eight hours at work. I live by what in any city of size would be defined as "downtown" (I walk to city hall in eight minutes), but ironically work ten kilometres away. Thanks to an ongoing pandemic, I've been driving to work the last two years, even though I far prefer the bus.
Picture this: After ten hours at work, I start the engine while I scrape the ice off the windows. Picture the frozen car lock. Picture the moment the door snaps close and I realise that oh, my bag's inside, and the car is locked, and I'm ten kilometres away from home and my phone and my wallet and the keys to work are all inside the car blasting music and blaring lights with the engine running. And outside is me and my nifty telescope ice scraper/snow broom.
That is how I ended up waiting ten minutes on a bus, and riding twenty minutes without a ticket together with my broom, until I was home and could pick up the spare keys and my credit card, scarf down an apple and get on the next bus in the opposit direction (where I couldn't buy a ticket manually, because of course everything happens on our phones these days, and my phone is still inside the car)
and that's twenty-five minutes, and by that time my car has been running and blasting music and glaring the headlights for something like an hour, and because the cold is set to last at least another week, I ended up going on an hour-long drive out of town just to make sure the battery was charged.
Picture this: After ten hours at work, I start the engine while I scrape the ice off the windows. Picture the frozen car lock. Picture the moment the door snaps close and I realise that oh, my bag's inside, and the car is locked, and I'm ten kilometres away from home and my phone and my wallet and the keys to work are all inside the car blasting music and blaring lights with the engine running. And outside is me and my nifty telescope ice scraper/snow broom.
That is how I ended up waiting ten minutes on a bus, and riding twenty minutes without a ticket together with my broom, until I was home and could pick up the spare keys and my credit card, scarf down an apple and get on the next bus in the opposit direction (where I couldn't buy a ticket manually, because of course everything happens on our phones these days, and my phone is still inside the car)
and that's twenty-five minutes, and by that time my car has been running and blasting music and glaring the headlights for something like an hour, and because the cold is set to last at least another week, I ended up going on an hour-long drive out of town just to make sure the battery was charged.