Today, I was
hit by the T door
stood up by a patient
recognized by the sometimes panhandler by 7-11 (sometimes he asks for money, sometimes he just hangs out, and sometimes he's not there. I haven't really figured that one out).
I solved four sudoku puzzles with time to spare on the commuter rail. I also ate spoiled cabbage. And some nice pasta samples at Trader Joe's.
The lab people at one site now knows me as 'the pitiful kid whose patients never show up.' My supervisor deemed me 'a hoot and three quarters.' And the guy that hands out BostonNOW in the afternoons remembers me now. When I walked by him today without picking up a copy, he looked surprised, and yelled after me, "What? You don't need my papers now?" (But I already had one!)
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