This is a line that my friend's husband's friend uses when he tells a story that ends up having no point to it....(right Laura B. - am I getting the story right?) I'm one of those people who is not a good story teller. I rarely come up with good concluding tag lines to my blog posts that are not all that interesting to begin with except to Dylan's grandparents who want to know the up-to-the minute happenings on Dylan.
But I have a story to tell that happened to me on Tuesday. My metro card wouldn't work as I tried to got through the
turnstile at West Falls Church. I took my card to the station manager like the display on the
turnstile told me to. In the meantime, I'm remembering the last time I was on metro which was the Thursday before we went on vacation. The train that I was on had to be offloaded after we had already sat at McPherson Square for 15 minutes. I had left work late (5:30) as it was and needed to get home to feed Dylan. I knew it would be forever before getting onto another train so I left the station. [This next part is a side story but it's a decent story so I'll tell it.] I then called a friend who I knew who worked in DC to see if he wanted to share a cab home - he would be going to West Falls Church too. But he was already home when I called. Then I remembered that my boss was working late and called him to see if he could give me a ride home. My boss lives in
Gainsville (i.e.,
BFE to anyone who works downtown) but
WFC is one the way, right off 66. He was working late because his wife was out of town and he didn't have the second passenger for HOV, which ends at 6:30pm. He agrees to give me a ride but says he won't be able to leave for another 15 minutes. I figure it's still my best shot and take the ride. I get along with my boss and I'd even consider him a friend but the situation is still a little weird and I was wondering what I we were going to talk about for the half hour ride. We go to his car which is parked in this garage that has a valet service. My boss is pretty friendly with the guys at the garage. As soon as we're in the car, my boss says, "yeah, they probably think I'm having an affair or something cause they know she's away." So what do you say to that? I just laughed and try to stop myself from wondering if he's actually thought about the idea or not. Then I got annoyed at him for referring to his wife as "she" before using her name. I know a lot of men to refer to their wives that way and it really bugs me. So I eventually get home uneventfully around 7:15. [End of side story, fast forward back to Tuesday when I
'm at the metro station.] I hand my card to the station manager (who thankfully takes my card instead of this gal's to my side who has tried to hand him her card even though she knows I've been standing there longer - she practically reached across me the whole time I was waiting) and then as he's swiping my card on the outbound reader I tell him that my last time on metro was the day it was really bad. He says, "oh you should have told me." Uh, I just did. So I ended up getting charged for a ride even though I didn't ride metro home the Thursday before. Normally this would have totally irked me. I spend a lot of time trying to save a dollar here and a dollar there - just ask Martin. So having to pay an extra $2.60 for no reason should have really burned me up. But I said, it's probably more trouble than it's worth to get a refund and you know, metro needs the money. I'd probably be willing to make a donation to metro in that amount so I just forgot about. And then I found five dollars.....
But I really did....I was having lunch with this gal from Treasury and we are walking into sandwich shop and I feel something fly by me. I thought it was a napkin or something. Then a guy that's eating outside says "hey hey did you drop this?" to the gal I'm with and it turns out the thing that flew by me was a five dollar bill. She says no and then she and the guy determine it must belong the guy who was in front of me. So the gal I'm with hands me the five dollars since I'm closer to the guy in front and I ask him if it's his. He says no and tells me to keep it as does the gal I'm with. So then I found five dollars....and I netted a positive $2.40 for the day.