Picking yourself back up...

Because i can't sleep I will bless you all with a wonderful tale of personal embarrassment. Just like any other story of a girl living in San Francisco, this tale begings with my usual and predictable tardiness. I know its shocking but i was running a tad bit behind schedule so to make up for my tardiness I drove to the muni station a couple of blocks from my house and began to book it to the entrance. I saw a bus/rail approaching and I felt a sense of relief 'Maybe I will make it after all?' I mean why not, I had already gotten the appropriate change so all i had to do was make it to the platform.

After I rushed across the tracks and too the ticket turn I realized that it was July 2nd and for all you public transit goers out there you know what that means...ticket prices were raised and are now $2 instead of $1.50 (which is a completely different story). Irritated i ran to the change machine to make change for another dollar to accomidate the ridiculous price of a 2 hour ticket, all the while the rail bus has pulled into the station and has began to let its eager passengers out. I got my change, put it in the machine, moved through the turn and began to run up the stairs. In order to increase the amount of ground covered per second I decide to put my long legs to use by two-timing the steps. Who knew that two-timing stairs shouldn't be paired with not looking at the stairs...but i certainly know now because as i am sure you have all guessed I tripped going up the stairs and my backpack, wallet, cell phone and especially my dignity went flying out of my grasp.

I picked myself off of the ground, gathered my belongings and ran towards the still awaiting bus out of sheer embarrassment. Just as I reach the doors of the bus i hear the dreaded sound, those familiar with Muni know exactly what I am talking about....the dreaded high pitched 'BEEEEEEEP' which sometimes you are suprised you can hear because it is so high pitched that you would think only dogs and rats could hear it.

And with that beep the doors shut and the train moves along. I decided to sit down and wait until the next bus came, and now i knew i would surely be late. I looked up after i had taken a seat and guess what? A train was approaching-just the one i needed! This turned out to be a success story and yes ladies and gentlemen, I was ON TIME!

I love this story because it was so funny, ofcourse that would happen to me just as i reach the bus after all of that. Another reason that i like telling this story is because I think that it parallels my life quite nicely. I have recently taken a bit of a stumble and maybe I have been a bit set back but its just a matter of time before i pick myself up again and make it to my desitinaion.