aie..

left my car at bart last night

here's how that happened:

had to take bart to make an interview in sf....made interview, went well, went to meet new roommate to get key, stu drove to sf to pick me up and shuttle me around to new place where i checked it out again (now that it's empty) and met another new roomie (nice woman, trina), then stu & i went to eat. i ordered a chile verde super burrito. what does that sound like? hmm? i got pork! i was not a happy vegetarian, let me tell you. whatever. then it was late and we went home. ...leaving car at sl bart. oops.

so this morning i saunter down to our carport and nearly had a heart attack. didn't i use the club, i thought? of course! i always do! then i remembered vaguely all the mad rush that was yesterday.. ah, me.

i called chad and told him i'd be late. as i'm talking to him i'm locking the door and walking out with my umbrella...and then i realize i've just locked my keys in the apartment.

big Homer moment - DER!!!!

so i called stu and like a prince on a white steed (only it was a white honda he'd borrowed from a co-worker) he drives up, splashing through the rain to rescue me.

only he forgot his keys at his work, such was his rush to save la damsel in distress.

(Can I get a Big Grumble here? At just the idiocy of the situation?)

so stu drives me to work, where i'm at now. he gets off work noonish, whereupon he'll drive home, grab my keys, and drive me to sl bart where i'll get my car so i can drive home and email my resume to the woman in sf i interviewed with yesterday (she needs an electronic file copy of it.)

there you go. my life.

inanutshell.