Or . . . How Much of an Idiot am I?
Laying around the house doing alot of nothing. I ask the little missus, “What do you feel like doing today?” She has a few little errands planned but no major entertainment events.
“But you know,” she says, “I thought I saw an ad on TV about the RedSox playing Oakland today. Didn’t you want to go see that game?”
I jump out of my skin, and sprint to the PC. I prime the pump, crank the handle and give it a swift boot, and before you know it (read: a half an hour later), I’m staring at the Major League Baseball schedule for today: Boston at Oakland 4 o’clock.
I spring into action. I call my cousin in Berkely, “Wanna go to a ball game?” He’s up for it. “Cool, meet you at the gate at 3:30.”
2:15 - I walk to the Muni station - $1 to get to the Embarcadaro. I transfer to the BART station - $2.75 for the fare to the Colusseum. I get to the Colusseum, just in time to see everybody leaving the stadium, saying what a good game they had just seen. Meanwhile, my cousin is standing there looking at me like I’m Boo Radley.
I’m a snit and a huff, all at the same time. Where did I go wrong? - I think to myself.
4 o’clock - EASTERN TIME Doh!!
I spent the next several minutes banging my head against an iron post at the BART station.
I had to throw away another $3.75 just to fight the other 30,000 people trying to get back to SF.
I just went home and crawled into bed and hoped everybody would just forget who I am.