Run, Fat Girl, Run

I'm all for people being cheered up or amused by the little things in life.  I just don't like it when I'm that little thing.

During morning peak hours, the hospital shuttle leaves every ten minutes.  Naturally, I took this to mean that one leaves at 8:20, another 8:30, 8:40, and so forth.  Not so with these shuttles.  The "8:20" now likes to leave at 8:18.  The 8:30 at 8:29.  Which would be fine had my morning routine not been planned down to the last minute.  Actually, that still would have been fine had someone just told me that they were now all leaving slightly early.  I have chased after the shuttles the past 2 mornings.  This morning, I even had to run half a block more than usual and run all the way to the stop sign.  (Don't even try to question my time keeping, my new watch is calibrated against satellite signals… more on that story later) 

Moi: I'm pretty sure the bus driver does it just to watch me run.

(the suddenly empathetic) Whitecastle: Well, it's gotta be a shit job.  They need something to cheer them up.  'Hey look, there's that little Asian girl again.  Look at her run.  She looks so funny.'  'Hey look, it's the old man with the cane.  Let's make him run.  Oh, why is he clutching his chest?  The old man has fallen over.'

Moi: That old man never makes the bus.