Seven years ago, both my house and one of my workplaces were in the boonies, and I didn't have my license yet. Public transportation is usually pretty good around here...but not always.
I caught the local bus that morning and transferred to the highway bus without any trouble. But just as we got off the express way, a car swerved in front of us and our driver had to hit the E brake hard enough to knock several passengers out of their seats. A little shaken, I got off at the next stop and made the switch to the next local bus. I got off near work, and dropped by a liquor store to buy a bottle of light beer for a friend's birthday gift. Work finished unusually late, and I missed my return bus by 2 minutes--which meant also missing the connecting highway bus, and that I'd have to take a train.
It was December 18th, and that night my family was invited out to a Christmas dinner at a friend's house. But Christmas traffic meant I reached the station just in time to watch my train pull away. So I took the next local train to a large station halfway, and looked up the next express. When the express didn't show 20 minutes after it should have, I figured I must have read the schedule wrong and boarded the next local. Several stops down the line the conductor announced we'd be pulling over to wait for the delayed express train to pass us. At this point I was pretty dazed/depressed, and I called my dad to tell him there was no way I could make dinner. But shit still got worse.
When I finally got off the train, there was still some time before the [last] bus home, so I opened my bag to get a couple books, and when the bus pulled in, I quickly got up without checking to see if I'd closed it. It was one of those leather laptop bags that zip all the way around, and though I wasn't carrying a laptop at the time, I had a bunch of books and papers in the middle. And that bottle of beer.
When they hit the ground, it shattered and splattered all over the books. Definitely a fml moment. Probably the lowest I've ever felt. And just about the time I was finished shaking of my books and collecting the glass pieces, my bus pulled out--the last bus home. So I took a shortcut and raced it to a stop several blocks away in my suit and tie. It beat me to that stop but it stopped at the next light, and the driver let on what was probably one of his most exhausted and sweaty passengers ever.
That was my Moore's law day. Though absolutely shitty when it happened, it's all pretty funny looking back.
True story.
George, Of The Jungle Jun 29, 2012:
Is this the profile of a bear?? Hmm, I didn't know bears were capable of playing css. Don't they break the keyboard with their massive paws? This is very peculiar and requires further investigation. If this is true, no one knows what kind of risks this might hold. They might electrocute themselves, maybe they become addicted to the game causing them to neglect their parental tasks. What must become of their offspring?
I will select a team consisting of the world's foremost scientists that will go about this scientific quest in the uttermost professional manner. This taskforce will carry the name "CANBURZREALLYPLAYCOUWNTERTRIKE - HUHWHUT????". I trust upon these men a task of huge importance, the fate of bearkind may depend on it. Godspeed men, Godspeed!
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