when public transit, clocks and bubbleboy are my friends ...

... i am a happy person.

in response to the major rookie (tho' entertaining) move this past monday ... yesterday, i managed to take the bus in to work and take the last bus (that leaves at 8 pm) home. a crazy 35 min later, i was at my car at the park-n-ride.

on monday eve, how did i get to my car? a few tidbits -

• meta- stuff - telekinesis, astral projection, teleportation, worm hole travel, knight rider skills? - no can do (to my knowledge)
  
• cell phone - i simply text'd my friend bubbleboy, who lives in between BART and the bus stop.
• bubbleboy bribe - i bribed bubbleboy with tapioca express ('cuz he luvs his red bean thingy), so he agreed to pick me up and drop me off at my car, with a little string attached ...
  
• bubbleboy slave labor - i will be helping bubbleboy with computer stuff tomorrow night (and i get a home-cooked meal) - loading pics for him, teaching him how to use certain functions on his PC (yes, PC)
• distance - BART on one side of town i live and bus stop/park-n-ride on the other side, for which i am grateful for the 5-mile distance.

what if bubbleboy wasn't around?

oh! i knew he'd be around and willing to help out.

my angel guides were helping me out.
uh-huh.
that's right!