"So, we're doing onesies-twosies now?"

Apparently I bothered someone this morning when I got off the train. There were two cars exiting from one exit. I accidently stepped out of turn in front of a man, and he sneered about it as we got onto the platform:

"So, we're doing onesies-twosies now?"

Now, the following conversation is, in my opinion, sparked by not only what he said, but how he said it. If he had nicely said "Excuse me, I was next." I probably would have just said "Sorry, wasn't paying attention." But it sounded to me like he wanted to be an asshole and prove himself right about a trivial matter. I thought about it going up the escalator. He took the stairs.

When I was up into the station, I was in the middle of thinking how strange he was to have made a big enough deal to say something about it when I looked at him coming out the stairwell doorway.

"Don't give me a dirty look, I'm not the one that doesn't understand common courtesy."

'I wasn't paying attention, you don't have to be an asshole about it.'

"You're the one that did onesies-twosies."

'Sorry I ruined your morning.'

"Oh I'm ok, now you know how to do it..."

'I just wasn't paying attention.'

"...and I accept your apology."

So congratulations, wherever you are, you were right, I didn't follow common courtesy. I hope it makes you feel a lot better about yourself. I think I've learned by now how to share and take turns in my 20+ years since kindergarten. Next time I'm half awake after sleeping on the train I'll make it a point to count each person one by one as we get off so I don't accidently make someone one second later to work.

Besides, if people were that worried about getting to work faster, they wouldn't walk at a snails pace after they get off the train, or consistently block both sides of the escalator, or walk slow through every doorway, or stop in the middle of every aisle to look at the train arrivals and departures screen.

But I digress. People are so touchy. I'm not even paying enough attention to care if someone else twosies me.

I can almost taste it...

I almost have an apartment. Two bedrooms, vaulted ceilings, new appliances, and a black-on-brown kitchen (ie. no garish white appliances on cheap white cabinets) with faux granite (laminate) countertops. Lots of windows. Looks like it might get the morning sun.

The best thing though, is the commute. I can go from 2+ hours each way to work, to a half-hour. Do you know what I can DO with 3 more hours a day? If nothing else, I can put in a full day's work, put in an hour of overtime, and still have an hour or more of time left over every day!

I would have preferred a one-bedroom, but it's still affordable; it's not like we won't find someway to enjoy the extra space. It's on the third floor (vaulted ceilings), so a little exercise is upon us, but it won't kill us.

All in all, a good deal.

Junk Email

I'm tired of junk email. Please, do me a favor, and stop giving me good or bad luck, memorials of patriotism, virus warnings, blessings, pictures of pet owners scarring their pets psychologically, pills, lewdness, or e-cards.

Honestly, I don't get a "connection" with someone every time I receive email. I'm also smart enough to avoid suspicious mail, and my luck is doing just fine without you. I've never felt the hand of God upon me and don't expect to anytime soon. I don't need to be told what patriotism is about because I usually say whatever I feel and I've already volunteered myself to my country. I have had pets and while it's sometimes cute to put reindeer antlers on them, it's not enough so to put them on the internet too. I'm savvy enough to find pictures on the internet myself and I'm not old enough to need pills to enjoy them. I don't put much importance on other people telling me they recognize what time of year it is, or if I'm another year older. I'm not about to forget either of those until I'm at least 70 anyway.

There are too many people on the internet. Just like everywhere else in the world, the culture of rumor and gossip has taken over, and it's hard to just be on the internet without having everything else intrude upon it.