Today was going to be nice. Plan is get off work early, gym, physio, then prep the house for a party.
After the gym I need to take transit to physio and this happens... First, I get to the train station and there's a huge fat fuck - easily 350lbs - wheezing on the ground. Unfortunately he chose the train to die in so it wasn't going anywhere. His mayobarge wife was flopping around getting in the way.
I assumed first aid had been administered but the attendant didn't take any vitals in the 15min I waited. Fatty was speaking, not sure if lucid. Not that it'd matter. The reaper cometh, butterball.
No problem, I'm 30min early. Hop a bus heading in the right direction. Not 5min later the huge hamfuck driver runs the little arm that connects the bus to the power grid off the wires. Usually only the clumsiest drivers do this.
He goes outside and declares it's broken. How the hell do you break the arm? We can't exit because he broke down in the middle of the road and there's traffic. Plus he doesn't know how to switch to the backup engine.
Wait 20min while he huffs and haws about getting us to the sidewalk. Supervisor shows up, takes one look at the arm and slides it into place.
Bus is moving now but the backlog of passengers means I'll completely miss the appointment.
Jesus Ham Christ what a day. And that's how I paid a $50 cancellation fee on New Years Eve.