So I am awoken at 5 am by one of our cats, just yowling like he's being murdered. Our bedroom is on the second floor, the cat is in the basement. He is lowd. This is not at all unusual. He yowels every damn morning, but usually only starts up at 6 am.
Anyway, later, after lying in bed trying to ignore the yowels, I get up and get ready for my day. I leave the house walk to the bus stop. The bus stop is littered with garbage and wreaks the wreak that only comes from hobo pee, so I wait outside the shelter. in the road directly in front of the bus stop amid all the other garbage is a Gatorade bottle, mysteriously filled with what looks like Coke, laying there half full all frozen. It think little of it. There's a lot of garbage around. Also according the the graffiti, "Priscilla is a slut," and also "Fuck Niggers."
My bus comes, I step to the curb. As the bus pulls up, it's wheel drives over the Gatoraid bottle, causing it to explode and violently shower my face and hair with frozen shrapnel shards of what I can only hope is cola. I stagger on to the bus - the driver asks half-heartedly if I'm okay, and I spend the entire ride to the theatre cleaning the mysterious and (now that I am in the warmth of a bus) decidedly sticky liquid off of myself.
I am still sticky.
Also I have a horrible headache.
Gah!