6:15 p.m. 2009-06-18
Around and around..
Yesterday my coworkers spent an afternoon arguing over whether someone's royal blue shirt was blue or purple. This shirt could have been in the dictionary next to the word "BLUE!!!" as its definition. And not only does this argument not end, but she insisted all 10 people telling it "No, you dummy, its BLUE" were wrong. Or stupid. Or colorblind.
Thus I retreated to my iPod and hoped it would all go away.
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I also went for girlfriend of the year on Tuesday. My poor boyfriend's car got a flat tire. Thus, yours truly, offered to pick him up from work. As I've never been to his office before, he gave me the address and I said "Sure! No problem! See you at 6!"
I hate roundabouts. There's a movie theater that's great but has two roundabouts(right next to each other, further convincing me the DOT is full of evil, sadistic, demons) and I refuse to drive there.
I though boyfriend worked BEFORE the traffic of death.
His office was after it.
Which has NO sign or address.
So I drove past it.
Back through the roundabout I went.
Drove past it again.
Now I'm getting mad and using profanity as a paintbrush of rage against traffic, the world, and the Department of Transportation. I call up boyfriend.
"Hi. Where is your office?"
"*laughing* I get that alot.(Me, thinking "SHOULDN'T YOU HAVE A SIGN THEN?!??!?!") Its right after the roundabout."
"(Nothing but profanity) *sigh* see you soon."
I go through.
He's on the other side of the road.
!#%!#%R(!#&%R!P#(R%
So I go through, YET again. I finally pull up beside him. He gets in the car.
"Hi sweetie how are you?"
*quiet grumbles of rage*
"ooooook...."
About 5 minutes later (and one more rage filled trip through the roundabout torture circle of death) I apologize for my surliness and promise I'll pick him up whenever he needs me to.
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Last night he came over for dinner and brought me flowers.
He is ALMOST forgiven for the roundabouts.
;)
-Caitlin
