I saw my therapist and my psychiatrist today. Most Fridays, I see my therapist, but I see the psychiatrist every month or so. Anyway, the psychiatrist explains that I need to start paying for my Pills. They're expensive. This is going to be a problem.

However, my insurance improved, I had a small raise, I've been managing my finances better, and I should be able to swing it. Wanting to be fairly independent, and thinking I could manage, I agreed.

Rent is due tomorrow, and if I add about forty-five minutes to my day I can get to work and put today's paycheck into the account. This is good. My financial situation has improved, but I still scrape by. So, I swung by work and picked up my paycheck.

Well, they failed to pay me for two sick days and a personal holiday. In other words: I was payed for working two days. That's it. Nothing more.

Joy.

I talked to the boss, and she promised to fix the error on next week's paycheck. Of course, I needed the money on this week's paycheck. You know, 'cause I needed to pay my rent. No can do.

So, I'm short on my rent. Niiiice. I get along well with my roommate, and, really, it's not late until after next week's paycheck, anyway, but it's the principle of the thing. I owe rent. I should pay rent. Surely, that's not just my way of thinking.

Well, I headed home grumbling about paperwork errors. I waited for the bus. I waited for the bus. I waited some more.

The damn thing was late.

Happily, two cute little puppies wandered by and wanted me to pet them. I like puppies, and I like puppies on a leash held by a lovely woman even more. So, I pet the puppies. I met the woman (married. Oh, well). I pet the puppies some more.

That's when two drunk gentlemen wandered by. They, too, wished to pet the puppies. They, too, wished to meet the owner of the puppies.

I have nothing against the homeless. If not for the good fortune of very generous friends and family, I would have been quite homeless on more than one occasion. Sometimes, it just sorta happens. But, these men were unwashed and dirty and drunk at 2:30 in the afternoon. The lovely woman made some excuse I do not recall and left.

I was still waiting for my bus. I had to wait THERE. So, the guys started talking to me. They were drunk, and friendly-drunk, and wanted to tell me about the deal they got on cigars at the nearby convenience store. They wanted to tell me about how one of them was celebrating a birthday tomorrow.

This was fine. They were friendly in an awkward fashion, but they meant no harm. However, I have to admit that I am still recovering from a very nasty stomach flu, and the smell of unwashed drunk was making me nauseous.

****WARNING!!! GROSSNESS AHEAD!!!****
****WARNING!!! GROSSNESS AHEAD!!!****

Well, they were more drunk than I imagined. Quite suddenly, the quieter of the two (who was supposedly celebrating his birthday early) threw up right next to me.

Well, that did it for me. I couldn't hold my meager breakfast in any longer. It was lucky for me, however, that my breakfast had been meager. I'd probably still be there if it had been larger.

Well, the chattier drunk thought it was really funny, but when I shot him a look he apologized, waved a napkin in my direction, and took off running, his buddy attempting to keep up.

Ask my friends, and they'll tell you: I don't give people the "evil eye" very often, but I do it very well. It's a gift. Or maybe it has more to do with the fact that, when I'm angry, I'm probably the cruelest son-of-a-bitch you'll ever meet.

So, I gave up on that bus and walked a couple blocks and took the train. I have to walk a few more blocks AFTER I get off the train to get home, but it was better than trying to stand next to my vomit mixed with someone else's vomit and wait for a bus.

Oh, and did I mention that this was a BUSY intersection in the downtown portion of the city where people were constantly walking past me?

Hi. My name is Scott. I can have adventures doing perfectly ordinary things. Enter my world. It's never dull. :)

Peace, voyeurs and voyeurettes.