To make my commute even more fabulous this morning, I had to deal with Mr. Bus-Driver-Off-His-Meds.

So there I am, driving down I-5 in the right lane, minding my own business, when Metro comes in from the on-ramp. He needs to merge, but there’s plenty of room behind me, so I don’t really pay any attention. I just keep doing what I’m doing, which is following pretty close to the car in front of me, since I’m taking the next exit and we aren’t going that fast anyway.

It becomes apparent that Busman doesn’t want to pull his enormous rig into the equally enormous space behind me, and that he instead plans to just merge right on top of me, absorbing my car in his carelessness. This annoys me, but he is about 30 times bigger than me, so I start to slow down.

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Until…

I woke up 25 minutes past when I should have left for work. After showering, throwing on some clothes, scrunching my hair into a lumpy ponytail, putting on minimal makeup, and wishing I had time to eat something, or at least find some food to bring along, I was out the door.

Naturally, my car was almost out of gas. I always seem to decide “I’ll just gas up in the morning” on evenings preceding late-starting mornings. So I stopped at the Arco on my way. I pulled up to a vacant pump and saw that it had a large note in tiny print stuck on it, so I drove around to a different one. Turns out, they all had notes on them. The notes said, “Debit down, come inside.” I figured, no problem. I’ll just pay cash at the machine. This particular Arco has separate machines for paying with a card and paying with cash, and the cash machine also had a note on it that said “Out of service.”

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