Unfamiliar with the stops on the 328 line, I rang the bell early and ended up getting off four or so blocks before Crenshaw. I don't get it. Weinerschnitzel looks so close to Crenshaw when driving.
I stepped off the curb, lost my balance and fell flat on my face and my knee. I got up quickly and hobbled across the street. My knee was bleeding. The pain was tremendous, but my stop was just four blocks away. I walked on, each step more painful than the last, but just four blocks. I walked on and on and looked up and--Son of a Sea Cook, where the hell is Crenshaw? I swear it was just down the street. I kept walking and soon the pain became a dull throb. I stopped at Rite Aid to get some Clairol Nice & Easy #118A and Q-Tips. There was the hair dye right up front. But where are the Q-Tips. I looked in the make up aisle. No swabs. I looked in the first aid aisle. No swabs. I looked in the baby aisle, where they usually are, and still no freakin' swabs. Is it too much to ask?? Finally, I found them way up high jumbled under a pile of army men. Crimony! It's just a cotton swab.
Got home, found a letter from Frau Moneygrubbing Beyotch and my rent is going up. 5% this time instead of the usual 3%. At least she didn't try to soak me that $7 "city fees" this time.
I need ice cream. Stephen Colbert's Americone Dream, a Ben & Jerry joint.