I’d rather not get started about the bus that never came, the firemen rescuing the people stuck in the elevator that I would have been in had the bus come, and sitting for 5 hours in a room with 183 other people (who mostly resembled the cast of The Sopranos, save for a few Js) on the 11th floor to discuss with a judge a violation for which I know nothing about, issued to someone I’ve never met.
I found a stray Levee cheese puff from Saturday night at the bottom of my tote in the middle of this hellish day and it made me smile.
