Yesterday on my way to work I was unavoidably made tardy by the wonderful folks at BART. Apparently they had a hard time keeping their own schedule yesterday. This resulted in the train I take to Oakland not meeting up with the train I take from Oakland to get to Concord. The best part of it is though that we actually did meet our train. But were not able to keep up with it through the three transfer stations.
This is how it transpired… as we approached 12th street the operator began his message about transfers and the what not. Then he said “Pittsburg/Bay Point riders please stay on this train and transfer at MacArthur”. Seemed reasonable enough at the time, but as we began to leave the station the transfer train showed up. So our train stopped and the operator broadcast “Um, I don’t know what they are telling me.” Then the transfer train, which usually waits a little while, closed its doors and left. So we did the same thing.
At 19th street, the second of the transfer stations on my trip, as we arrived, the transfer train was taking off. Still not the end of the world I thought, since there is always MacArthur. But…
When we got to MacArthur there was no transfer train. It had just left. And now I had to wait 15 minutes for the next train.
So BART, is there just the tiniest chance that somewhere in your grand grid of schedules and the what not that something went mildly wrong today? Just asking, seeing as you cost me a lot more than just 15 minutes.
I took my kids to my sister’s house to today to celebrate my nephew’s birthday. As is usually the case, the kids have a tendency to run about the house playing and the adults mingle around the living room, the kitchen or the garage talking, drinking and otherwise being adults.
During the adult talks the subject of my cheapness and my waiting a few extra weeks between haircuts came up. Sure enough I discovered that I have a barber in my family. My cousin Nick, while not formally trained, has been cutting the cousins’ hair for a while now and offered to cut my hair for me for free. I thought seriously about his offer since $11 for my haircut and $9 for my son’s haircut is such a huge price to pay but was a tad hesitant after smelling the alcohol that was floating in his very large cup. I told him I would think about it and paid no more attention to it.
A little bit before I was ready to leave my brother-in-law and my cousin set up the barber shop for me without telling anyone. Soon afterward the taunting and teasing and peer pressure kicked in and it wasn’t long before both my son and I went under the blade of my cousin’s crafty hand. The end result for me? Have a look:
I haven't been this short since I was 12
Man I wanted to barbecue today. I have been waiting all week to get my grill on and when the morning came I got all kinds of excited at the prospect of eating seared and seasoned beef cooked over an open fire. Apparently the weather had different plans.
The day started out gloomy and cold, but I have seen that before and was holding out hope that I could actually end up BBQing later in the day. But the stupid fog bank never lifted and I ended up spending the entire day wanting grilled meat and getting nothing at all resembling grilled meat. Crap.
And no, I can’t grill tomorrow because I will be at a party all day for my nephew. So Monday better be my day for grilling because Memorial Day weekend just isn’t the same without some fired up meat.