Don't be hate'n.

Recently I have been able to get coffee in the morning from the coffee shop in downtown Norwood, it's super cute and the coffee is really good. They have yummy looking scones and muffins but I haven't tried any of those yet. Damn weight watchers, damn metabolism.

So this morning I walked in and ordered a large and there were 2 women further down the counter who were talking to the guy who works there; not sure what his deal is but his nose looks like a potato. The women were dressed alike (black pants, white shirts, flats) and both of them had brown hair cut into a bob. At first glance I thought they were twins in their 40s who still dressed alike, no much worse. One of them was talking to the potato guy and says: "I have a really racist joke, wanna hear it?" Ummm...what? It's not even 7am yet on a Tuesday and the coffee shop in Norwood is where you think it's fun to tell a racist joke? Really? Potato guy had a look on his face, and KKK lady said: "Oh will you get offended?", the girl ringing me up said: "I will get offended in all honesty" and the KKK lady's friend was said: "I think this one will too" pointing at me.

Yea...ummmmm here's the thing, that's not cool. If she had said something racist I can predict I wouldn't be able to not say something and then perhaps my morning coffee place would have to change because I would have a bad taste in my mouth any time I walked in there, afraid I might bump into a Nazi. Especially in today's world, where 2 men, well really they were boys, who were arrested yesterday for planning to go on a killing spree that would end up trying to kill Obama. Not that I am saying that lady is anything like that, and you can think anything you want about anyone, that's your right but don't make comments like that in a public place loudly enough for other people to hear. And if you do, expect some reaction and it won't be good. Keep your hateful thoughts in your own home and hopefully not pass them onto your children.

Crap I am an adult

I was on the train, yet again, this afternoon and I was seated near an early 20s girl. She would not shut up. She was talking to some guy about some total crap and blah blah blah, someone sat down in the seat with her and the dude because it was a 3 seater, then the someone got off. So loud girl said "What, there was like no other seats that she could sit in? I guess not, because she just plopped down in our seat. Couldn't she sit somewhere else, huh I guess not." She then went on to talk about how it's "fun and so like weird" to watch people run to the train with their briefcases, she calls it "the rat race". Yea original
Okay, so deep breath. What little miss tight ass-can drink every night until 2am and show up to work the next day doesn't realize is that there is sooooo much more behind running for the train and finding a seat on the train. So much more. What you ask? Well, grasshopper I shall tell you...
if a working 29 year old girl misses her train she is then stuck in a train station for the next hour waiting for the next train, which means she will not make it to the gym, which means she will be late for dinner with her bf, which means she will be cranky and not get enough sleep and then will be quite cranky the next day and then she will not be able to go to the gym the next day and the vicious cycle will continue. So to little miss can't shut the hell up, just wait until you require more then 4 hours of sleep and can't go out every night, we'll see who runs for the train and is exhausted after working all day and just wants to sit down on the way home.

Tales from the commuter rail, part 7009

So I have been having very good luck recently with the commuter rail, not many issues. Yesterday there were TONS of seats, probably because everyone else had Columbus Day off except where I work. But alas, the lucky streak was not to continue. Yesterday as I was waiting for the train home (early train in order to watch the Red Sox game, that was so not worth it) a guy walked up to me and this was his story: "Umm...I was just wondering if you had any spare change because I am trying to get home, and I'm not homeless, but I was trying to get the train to Worcester." Hmmm...what to do? Well of course I said no, but for many reasons, 1 because I am selfish, 2 because I'm pretty sure I've seen him before "just trying to get home", 3 because JACKASS no train coming through here is going to Worcester, wrong direction!

Today I was sitting on the steps waiting for the train, off to the side. When descending the stairs you can see the whole way down; so I sit and after about 10 minutes I hear someone gruff behind me "Excuse me", so I get up and move over more out of surprise. Yea...you could see me when you are standing at the top of stairs, if you really need to hold the railing GO TO THE OTHER SIDE! I was the only person sitting on the stairs! WTF.

My train arrives, I get on (sweet a seat!) and begin reading my very interesting book. Then I hear "click, click...click" I look up and the woman across from me is clipping her nails. Nasty.

Weekend Update...

Mike and I had a loverly weekend, we went out to Cambridge on Friday night to celebrate my friend Torrey's engagement to the lovely Tivon and then we watched the Red Sox game at Spirit in Cambridge. We went to a party on Saturday at Mike's brother's house with his wife Michelle being the hostest with the mostest and I of course fell asleep around 11 on their couch. It's like I have friggin narcolepsy. Apparently I missed some drama going on in the front yard during my cat nap, I told Mike today that a new law has been passed by the senate of rebecca: When there is drama and I fall asleep you WAKE ME UP! so I can watch the drama!" Duh.

And then today we established yet again there is no mystery when you live with you boyfriend/girlfriend. I had GI issues all day and Mike had to deal with his"issues". On Friday new couple Erin and Lee were determined that they would never be the couple to talk about poo, that would remain a mystery for them. But really, when you live with each other and there is 1 bathroom...ummm...yea...it's kinda hard not to be up to date on you partner's bowel habits. Dude, everyone poops, get over it.

Weekend

Quite the weekend I must say; I got my hair colored and cut and then I went to the eye doctor and got contact lenses! Very exciting stuff since I am kind of sick of wearing my glasses. I went to a new eye doctor and he was very nice and since I had never had contacts I had to get a lesson. So I got a lesson from the least helpful contact lens lesson person EVER! She showed me how to do it twice and then just stared at me and appeared bored while it took me a least 30 minutes to get a contact into each eye. This is the "helpful" advice she gave me: "Stop blinking", "No, pull your eye lashes back", "I know it's frustrating".

Yea...ummm, I have used many lotions and all sorts of facials to avoid having eye skin that can be pulled down easily. My eye skin is damn tight and my eyelashes is long bitch! And the "helping" girl had bad skin and a hairy upper lip. Just saying, how can I be expected to concentrate and not blink when I have a girl with an obvious skin disorder right in front of me, staring at me, a girl who does not notice that she has a mustache!

Dude.