It took me TWO HOURS to get to work today. Normally it takes twenty minutes. Bus after bus after bus passed us by … either the wrong bus, or the right bus, only filled to standing room capacity. The last time there was such bus chaos was on the morning of September 11th. Before we knew what had happened across the Hudson on that terrible day, we knew that SOMETHING had gone down, because you never ever wait longer than 5 minutes for a bus.
I feel frazzled, pissed off, and like I want to punch a wall.
Also, my computer desk did not arrive. After sitting around all the damn day, waiting for it to come.
This morning, as the 78th bus sailed by the bus stop (which got more and more crowded by the second), I had to breathe myself through the rage within.
It reminded me of that hilarious scene in Young Frankenstein when Gene Wilder is faced with a devastating moment of defeat.
He clearly is freaking OUT, his eyes are insane, and he says, in a shaky lunatic voice, “We will overcome this. We will overcome this. I will handle this situation with quiet dignity and grace.” Two seconds pass, and then he snaps and leaps onto the unresponsive monster, pounding on his chest, screaming like a madman: “HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?? HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME??” Gene Wilder is led away, thrashing about, weeping.
Igor glances directly at the camera and says wryly, “Quiet dignity and grace…”
I tried to handle my setbacks this morning with quiet dignity and grace. I actually succeeded but I feel like I have developed an ulcer.
