signs

Once upon a time, I was backpacking through Romania with my buddy Kristine. We were trying to get to Bucharest but missed three buses, and she forgot her passport between matresses at the last hostel, and we got dropped off at a bus station that we weren't expecting...everything went wrong. We figured that all of these signs were telling us not to go to Turkey...and it turned out to be close to the truth, but that is another story for another blog entry....

Tonight I worked until about 7:30 and then headed to The Crushed Grape for a work brainstorming type meeting. I proceeded to leave my phone at the restaurant and headed home. Yes, I lost my phone. At Winnipeg and Broad my car completely broke down. I was stopped at a light and it just died. Finally some cops came up behind me and asked me if I had anyone I could call. I didn't have my phone and the only numbers I have memorized are Steve's cell, Yara's cell, and the TSO office none of which would help me at this moment so I said no and realized how sad that sounded. If only I had memorized the numbers for Derek/Sofi or Ashley/Ryan or Alanna/Mike.... The cops pushed my car to the side of the road for me and let me walk the rest of my way home. Since I hadn't been home since work i had some heels on and it was a rather painful walk. I have to admit that there was some laugh/cry going on until I got home and realized that no one would be awake at home (yes Toronto = home) to tell my adventures to and to help me figure out what the hell to do tomorrow, that led to the hysterical laugh/cry because this is just so stupid.

All signs are telling me not to go to Turkey...or maybe not to stay in Saskatchewan...who knows, but something bad is going to happen I'm sure of it.