when not sharing their criminal records...

[sergebroom]

Nothing very exciting going on, which is a welcome relief after the Project's Most Excellent Adventure. I'm knocking projects off my task list fairly quickly. An issue has come up, regarding the Project, which I'm researching, but I expect that it'll turn out to be corrupted data left over from before I implemented repairs.

Besides that... I found out yesterday how many qwatloos I'll be getting for my yearly review's bonus. It's a very nice amount, nice enough that, once I've given Uncle Sam his piece of the action, there will be plenty left to pay for the repairs our minivan is going thru after the snows of Valentine's Day sent it into an amorous embrace with one of Albuquerque's streetlamps.

While the minivan is in the shop, I am availing myself of the local public transportation where, like I said in an earlier post, some customers can sometimes be heard sharing notes about their respective criminal records. Yesterday the sharing was of a different nature. When I came home, Sue started wrinkling her nose at me, which had me perplexed until I realized that a reek was indeed issueing forth from yours truly. The fragrance of one of my fellow bus travellers had impregnated my outer garment in spite of the gap between us.

Comments

[fledgist.livejournal.com]

What kind of minivan do you drive?

Public transport is, well, public. You can meet some very interesting people (many of the kind you wouldn't want to meet), including, in one case a few months back a woman I'd gone to high school with.

[serge-lj.livejournal.com]

I drive a Toyota Sienna, when it's not going off, careening wildly before stopping against streetlamps. As for my comments about my fellow travelers, I didn't mean to sound elitist. That 20-year-old was rather annoying, odor aside, with his attempting to impress a girl (and succeeding) by inserting the 'F' word rather liberally into his discourse.

[fledgist.livejournal.com]

I'm more likely to hear Mexicans swearing profusely on the train. Not to mention the people selling incense.

We have a Pontiac Montana.

[serge-lj.livejournal.com]

Does the selling of incense leave you... ah... incensed?

[fledgist.livejournal.com]

Not so much incensed as annoyed at the harrassment. I suspect I'm getting old.

[serge-lj.livejournal.com]

I think I'm still young at heart. I just don't care being around late-teen males.

[fledgist.livejournal.com]

I know what you mean! It alternates between amusing and annoying.

[miltonthales.livejournal.com]

Try serving jury duty with a couple of irresponsible late-teen/early-20s males. They refused to take it seriously, which was seriously annoying to the rest of the adults in the room.

[serge-lj.livejournal.com]

I'd rather not think about being in that situation.

[miltonthales.livejournal.com]

Meh. I was unemployed at the time, so taking 10 days for a theft case wasn't an undue hardship ($30/day jury pay! Free parking ticket absolution every morning!).