Consolation lunch

Today was a hard day.  This is amusing, given that I had enjoyed last Saturday so much, I simply *expected* this Saturday to be absolutely fabulous too.  Ah, the perils of attachment!

I hate being late to anything, but especially to my classes.  The King streetcar, never terribly reliable, wasn't running on time and after just barely missing a streetcar (it was pulling away as I ascended from the subway) I waited for over a half-hour for the next one.  Fortunately, I allow extra time in case this happens, but it meant that instead of having a leisurely coffee at the club, I was sprinting down Sherbourne frantically trying to make it on time.

I was beset my a whole variety of other mishaps, but I have a favourite - it still makes me giggle (in retrospect) when I think about it:

I was at the market and feeling peckish so I decided to treat myself to a samosa from my favourite vendor in the North Market.  I lined up politely and was just about to ask for a vegetarian samosa when a couple cut in front of me.  They were very demanding, so in the interest of harmony, I let it slide.  I was in no hurry and besides, there was a whole bucket of samosas.  They proceeded to buy the entire lot - in fact, there was one vegetarian samosa left and the guy said “Oh, give me that one too.”  By the time it was my 'turn', the only remaining samosas were chicken.  Bah.

So I had a peanut butter cookie for lunch and was just a bit sulky about it. ;-)