which isn’t unusual but every time I use the bus to go somewhere I don’t normally go and it doesn’t work out I’m still surprised a little bit.
Shouldn’t I be a pro at this by now?
No matter how prepared and neurotic and careful I am I almost always wind up getting totally screwed over by the terrible bus service here.
I even checked stupid Navigo service for the bus stop I needed to wait at and took a photo on my iPhone to be sure.
Stop 61119. 10:38am. Westbound Innovation at Research.
(Who names these idiotic streets, anyway?)
Got on the bus and it goes in the opposite direction and I wind up at St. Vital mall, where yr girl figures “maybe the bus will turn around and go the way that I need it to?” but figure since I’ve played this game with transit before I’d better ask the driver to be sure.
When I do, he laughs at me and says “oh no, after this stop my bus turns into a 91 and goes off into Southdale for an hour”.
I tell him where I need to go (Waverley West, for you Winnipeggers still following along) and he says
“oh, there aren’t any buses that go there when it’s not peak traffic hours”
She’s the replacement to my other bike, the love of my life, Vikki, who was the other half to Vance, Tyrone‘s bike. They matched and were his & hers and it was wonderful until I got hit by some bitch in an SUV who pulled out of a back lane looking at traffic going the other way (she wanted to cross the street and turn) at the end of last summer.
It was horrible and I was heartbroken. I missed my bike.
Luckily yesterday I was able to snag my new girl for a paltry sum of $30 (!!!) which is cheap, cheap, cheap, kids.
I took her out for a nice, solid 16km ride this evening and I’m happy to report she rides like a dream.
It’s going to be such a good summer, it’s making me a bit emotional to think about.
But I still recommend that you watch it in order to experience the monumental amount of materialism, self-indulgence and wastefulness portrayed in the film, along with the complete lack of class, good taste and modesty, as well as the warped vision of the ‘American Dream’ that it displays.
Which I promise you is exactly what it sounds like: people put out boxes of stuff on their front lawns and randoms come by and look through it and potentially take it home.
It’s also as sketchy and as awesome as it sounds.
You can find all sorts of stuff including ancient relics from a bygone era:
If you Google “free stuff day” Australia comes up first which means they might also have a similar deal, but the next on the list is Winnipeg which I guess is cool.
We didn’t find anything on our free time adventure which was fine I guess. I’m always wary of picking up discarded stuff from people’s front lawns anyway. Even if I pay $1 for something I feel a bit better about it, like I made a legitimate transaction or something.
Either way it was a good excuse to get some Thom Bargen Americanos and croissants and walk around for a few hours.
We saw some weird shit as per usual for Wolsley.
We were going to go out tonight but decided not to. Port at home plus Mother’s Day plus a 9am run plus painting Kat’s apartment kept us in.
Honestly it’s been our first weekend “in” in months which I’m loving right now.
Kat came over and we had some port and wine and snacks and I’m loving my oldschool Matt Good and this half-assed attempt at blogging.
It’s all about the little things in life, I tell you. Never forget that.