One of my older drawings from eons past. Fine, that might be a slight exaggeration. It was done about a year or two ago, when I actually had less work to do and less readings to...er....read. Wow, my vocab impresses even myself. (But this means I'm one step clopser to my hermit/caveman-ish dreams).
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I had to go and buy plywood from Culver City today. I made the stupid assumption that the U.S. is just like Hong Kong. Never assume. Lesson learned. Shops in Hong Kong are opened all seven days of the week; so thinking it was Saturday, and that those hefty folks in Los Angeles would feel up to sawing through some wooden boards in their spare time, would mean that the store would be opened today.
No. I took two buses, walked over a mile, and found the 'closed' sign being shoved in my face. Or I shoved my face to it. Eithert way, there was an invasion of personal space between the sign and my visage. So seeking another plywood store, I walked all around Culver...and when I finally found another store, it was also closed. What, do they assume that people not need wood on weekends (once again, proving that the power of assumption is a very dangerous thing)?
So not only did I lose money for the bus fare, I lost a bit of self-respect and a ton of calories. It's a LOSER day.
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