tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669706751961893887.post1054344724803048523..comments2023-06-01T07:19:59.626-07:00Comments on adventures in dating (and life) - single mommy style: What's Pissing Me Off This WeekAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07333759149933371283noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669706751961893887.post-15501385156316356472013-03-08T18:06:11.252-08:002013-03-08T18:06:11.252-08:00hahaha that is horrible. did i ever tell you about...hahaha that is horrible. did i ever tell you about the time the guy hit me upside the head and then when he left the train someone asked if i knew him and i said no...they said they would have said something but they thought i had known him because he had been stroking my hair for like five minutes. i was oblivious! ugh, the comfort (and safety) of my own car is where it's at. hahahaAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07333759149933371283noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669706751961893887.post-8387786708318185662013-03-08T10:06:40.831-08:002013-03-08T10:06:40.831-08:00Those pivotal moments on transit stick with you fo...Those pivotal moments on transit stick with you forever! Send the letter to transit.<br /><br />I still remember a Friday afternoon before dark on a packed bus coming out of UBC along West 10th. The UBC bus was/is always packed. Someone in the back starting puking,a case of too much beer and pizza for lunch I guess. Maybe it was a case of beer.:-) The whole bus smelled like vomit. That was probably 1979. I started driving the car after that one.Connie Squirenoreply@blogger.com