monday may 7

today i went to get on a 17-oxford west bus, only to have the driver tell me that it was "out of service." in a moment reminiscent of a scene from arrested development episode "pier pressure" ("now we wait" "how long?" "who knows. an hour... maybe five--" "DRUG DELIVERY!"), the driver instructed me to find some other way to travel, making it sound like he'd be waiting hours for a mechanic. i walked across the street, about a block away, to a nearby stop for a different bus, then watched as the mechanic showed up within five minutes and the bus departed shortly thereafter. this left me standing there waiting for the next bus while some baseball-cap-wearing dudes across the road blasted obie trice songs from their stationary pickup truck.