Mr.Q has been getting the car an awful lot since he began his Grand Tour of Stay at Home Daddy. Granted, he has Mobile Baby whereas I had Eat and Poop Baby, but still. I’m nice like that.
So, I took the train in again this morning. But, I took the other Sky Train line in, after hitting up my dentist who works over that way. [part of the retainer maintenance that, this time, involved adding blobs of goo to my two front bottom teeth. to remain there for the next month. no, you do not get photos.] I thought that, this being the newer line, that it would also have the less congested train. I had visions of getting a seat. Putting my feet up. Being served coffee, perhaps, while enjoying a complimentary newspaper.
Or, at least getting a seat. Sadly, this was not to be the case and, not only was it crowded, I had some teenage-ish [I’m getting old: anyone younger than me is vaguely teenage-ish as far as I’m now concerned] guy with an open hockey back staggers into me as the train is leaving the station, stepping on my foot, smashing what’s left of my right boob after the Magpie’s morning feeding, and generally grinding his sorry self into me for a good 20 seconds.
He muttered something that sounded like sorry afterward…
And, while the rest of my trip into work was uneventful, the ride home was fraught with leanings, brushes and general invasions of personal space by persons of varying gender – men, women and two who hadn’t quite decided. I could have chosen to swing any number of ways today and been quite successful, wedding rings, deflated breasts, water retention and all.
We’ll be looking for a second car toward the end of the year, once Mr.Q gets set to head back to work and we’ll both need the option to drop off and pick up the Magpie. In the mean time, I guess I’ll be taking the bus and the train a good chunk of the time. Maybe I’ll have to start dressing up.