Actually, I was late and grumpy. It was raining hard enough that I had to forego my morning walk to the T in favor of the much less calming ride on the #96 Bus. In spite of my being late, the bus was crowded, which may have solely been a function of so many people being afraid to sit because many of the window seats had sprinklings of water on them. These were not the standing pools that you see from time to time, but merely a few drops of moisture that could have been cleared away with simple swipe of an unadorned hand. To make matters worse, just about everyone standing in the aisle had developed acute cases of Rosa Parks Syndrome, refusing to move backwards into the bus and occasionally giving dirty looks to people who tried to clamber by.
Ok, so I didn’t get enough sleep last night.
I got to Davis to find that, as is often the case, the rain had cowed the minions of the Metro. My expectations for an easy and free morning crossword to complete during my ride in town were dashed. Since I hadn’t brought a book with me and have to wait until tomorrow for the new Phoenix, I was looking at a half-hour ride staring at the wall or pretending to be interested in the ads in the train. Greater Boston. Mustn’t gawk at other people...
Truth be known, I was pretty invested in being miserable this morning. As I crossed the turnstile to get to the platform, though, I caught sight of a glove with a Hello Kittie appliqué on the back that someone had dropped, and that someone following had placed somewhere conspicuous. I had to smile. It was almost as though this little cartoon being sporting a pink bow on her oversized noggin had leapt up and kicked me in the jimmy (complete with a tiny-voiced "HIYA!") in an attempt to get me to lighten up.
And damn it, it worked.