The scene: the Rt. 68 bus, loading at OHSU. Most seats are full. I walk to the back.
Woman sitting on aisle: There’s a seat here. [indicates window seat]
Me: I’m going to the bottom of the hill. Are you going…?
Her: Oh, I’m headed further downtown, but you’re welcome to sit there.
Me: [doesn’t sit down]
Her [matter-of-fact]: Oh, you’re claustrophic. That’s OK.
Me [also matter-of-fact]: Yeah. If I sat there I’d start smashing my head against the window and there’d be breaking and blood and it would just be bad.
Me: [turns and walks away]
Sign of my evil #3742
I should have gotten out of the house on Sunday and Monday. I didn't. Yesterday was a nice day, too, so I had that incentive. I made sure to go out…
Something I was worried would happen, won't happen. The night before I had my car picked up, I imagined waking up to finding the car not stolen, but…
I'm now carless, by choice. I've had this 1998 Honda Civic since 2008, when I got it to replace the 1988 Accord I'd gotten in 1997. Like the Accord,…