Constant state of flux

Poor Poor Sister.

First she didn't know she had to work and was late and ill prepared for work.

Then a keg exploded on her and coated her with beer mid shift. Things like that happen when you work at a bar.

Then finally she got a break and took the bus home. Her plan was to head over to the Wedge and get some fixings for some tasty pies. Searching for her phone upon leaving her apartment it suddenly disappeared. Hmm, she remembered she had it when she was getting on the bus, because she was talking to someone at the bus-stop. Mad dash to use the pay phone to call her number yielded nothing but rings. Subsequent callings dropped directly into voicemail.

So someone has her phone and decided not to pick up, that is really all it could be.

Back to where she worked, with a quick stop by the bus stop to see if somehow she had dropped it, nope. Metro-transit people were kind enough to check the bus she was on, again nothing. At this point she calls me, and I speed off (in car) to pick her up from downtown in time to get to the MOA before the T-Mobile store closes. With barely 10 minutes to spare we make it there, and they are able to get her phone activated. Which is good, considering that tomorrow nearly ever place in the country will be closed.

It did take a little of the time I would have like to have for getting prepped up for tomorrow, but I still am sitting pretty good.

All is good now, minus the lost numbers and missing phone.

There was one extra pie for Felipe to take home from work, which is nice. Just a pumpkin but kicked with a nice maple flavor.