|Damn. I knew I left my coordination in my other pants...
||[Nov. 1st, 2000|12:37 am]
|||||Crash Test Dummies - "Superman's Song"||]|
So, today being Halloween (yes, I realize not any more, technically, but it's still part of that whole waking cycle, so go with me on this one...), I dressed up. But, not wanting to spend much money, and not wanting to wear anything that would get my ass kicked, I decided to go with my garb that I wear to Court. That consists of standard mideval parachute-like pants, a simple shirt, and a kick-ass cloak. Well, I head off to work, wearing this, and step onto the bus. The bus driver takes one look at me, and is praying for an excuse to kick me off. I can tell, because usually if you're standing there scrounging for change, the bus will start to drive off, and assume that you'll get it pretty soon. Today, the bus driver just stayed there, watching me pull the money out and pay her. Then she drives off, right as I'm taking my first steps towards sitting down. Now, I did mention that these were parachute-like pants...So, as the bus starts to move, my feet get caught up in the pants legs, and I go down. Hard. Sure enough, when I got to work, I found that I had skinned my knee up pretty badly. That's going to hurt for a long time...I really hate that...