Infidelity.

I think the Big Blue is upset at me for cheating on her. Come on, woman, I've only taken the Culver City Bus three times, EVER, and with BruinGo back up again starting Monday, you know I'll be riding you faithfully.

Regardless, she thought it would be funny to play a little joke on me this morning. She sent three buses in a row (which translates to "catch one of them or you're going to be waiting a long time for the next one") the minute I stepped out of Starbucks with my latte. Which, on any other day, would be iced, but it's lookin' a bit like fleece weather so I sprung for the non-iced version. Caution: Very Hot.

So in my frenzy to beat the light to catch bus number one, my subsequent giving up of running with my huge laptop bag and lamenting, and my successful attempt with the third bus, I spill and scald my right hand. Then I get a bit hasty with my seventy-five cents and decide to jam the coin machine with my two dimes. And in my frenzy to deal with THAT on a careening bus without cursing too loudly in mixed company, I spill and scald my left hand. And feel awful that I've just left a nice puddle of nonfat latte on the bus floor.

Morals of the story:
1. Hot coffee and bus catching don't mix.
2. Careful what you wish for -- I could've used someone praying for me on the bus this morning.