Yesterday, you all know, was gorgeous. I spent the majority of it inside (which is my custom) and then ventured out about 2p. It was a big step but barely necessary.
Avid readers (there are, literally, threes of them) will remember my post-Halloween misplacement of my ID (if not, read up). Turns out it showed up on a MetroTransit entity and was turned into their lost and found.
I took the 4 through downtown, listening to a guy and girl compete for who was the dimmer bulb of the two. One was illiterate, the other didn’t know where they were. I only mention this to remind all of you, romance is not dead. (But our species may be.)
After disembarking, I wandered over to the L&F past the in-construction Twins, Target Stadium. Things are moving along nicely, in the humble opinion of someone with no idea. (Some snaps are in the usual place.)
The L&F was an impressive affair. I had to press a button, speak through an intercom and wait for forms and my ID to arrive via steel drawer. I admit, I was taken aback. (Not that I was expecting someone in heavy-rimmed glasses to dig into a worn cardboard box, but still.)
On the walk back downtown and the subsequent ride on the 6, I thought, how did it take so long for the ID to show up behind the intercom? If you do the math (and I didn’t), that’s 203 days, 29 weeks or 6 months and 22days. There are so many possibles for it taking that long…
- Some mastermind used it to create dozens, if not millions, of low-price IDs for idiot freshman.
- It was taped to the wall of a bus, asking for redemption, so long everyone forgot about it.
- An idiot freshman picked it up and used it for a few months before dropping it because he’s an idiot freshman.
- Someone with a similar haircut, thus looking exactly like me, used it until he came of age and didn’t need it anymore, discarding it anonymously on LRT.
- … that or it was used for unknown, unsavory activity by any number of shady characters in a long line of untoward individuals before landing in maximum security holding off of 6th Av N.
