Wednesday, 5th October 2005
Diary of an absent-minded student
This week I forgot...
- ...my lunch (and only noticed when I sat down to eat it)
- ...my carrying-things-about folder (also containing my as-yet-unmemorised timetable)
- ...my phone (with which I couldn't phone Kevin to ask him to pick me up having just missed the bus home... would have been 15 minutes as opposed to 45 minutes)
- ...to unstitch the pockets of my new coat before rushing out the door this morning (and spent the rest of the day unconsciously attempting to jam my hands into pockets with effective depth of 3mm)
- ...to check whether the number 12 bus I had hopped on was heading to Coventry (good) or to Leamington (bad), before the doors closed.
Comments
But....all the good buses go to leamington!
... whereas all the bad trains go to London Bridge.
I have never been so packed into a train as I was today. They say that the water in London has already been through 11 people before you get to drink it, but I expect my air to be first-hand, at least.
Yuck.
Though we know that London water must be the purest water in the UK - just think of all the kidneys it's passed through ;-)
I hate the pocket thing. Why do they do that. It drives me nuts, and it's near impossible to unpick a stiched up pocked with your fingers, keys or mobile phone.
I've never understood it either. I think it must be one of those things to distinguish between the fashion-aware and the fashion-inept — all the fashionistas can have a good laugh at the fools wandering around with pockets they can't get into...
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