Now that my thesis is done, I've been looking for things to do to feel productive during the day. I've done lots of unnecessary, but beneficial tasks like pasting all the recipes I cut out of magazines on to note cards, sorting my pictures, and today, I took inventory of all the food left in the apartment. Yes, an actual inventory in an Excel spreadsheet.
I'm under the delusional impression that this will come in very handy. Anyway, I realized that we were out of Parmesan cheese and olive oil, which will be key in using up all the food I had left. I planned on picking some up after the party with my lab.
So I left dinner with my awesome professor and the fabulous people in my lab feeling happy and nostalgic, but not so much so that I forgot my mission to purchase cheese and olive oil. I stopped by a grocery store and found the items without incident. I grabbed store brand cheese and the biggest container of olive oil I could get for not too much money and went up to the register. Due to my frequent meat consumption and love for air conditioning, I try to be as green as possible when I can. I already had a bag from a CVS run earlier so I put my new groceries in the same bag. It was heavier than I anticipated and as I was shifting the weight, the bag tore and the giant bottle of olive oil fell to the side walk...and shattered all over my feet. There goes $8.00.
After a few expletives, I moved aside to pick the glass out of my toes (only one of them was bleeding.) The olive oil was everywhere. My feet were soaking in it. My strappy sandals were covered and slippery. Being the optimist that I pretend I am, I tried to think of this slippery mess as the ultimate foot moisturizer. I focused on my newly softened callouses as I literally slipped and slid the 8 blocks to the subway. I wish I had video.
Once I very slowly and carefully got down to the subway, I got out my Metrocard and went to go swipe when a lady stepped on my very oily foot and somehow managed to get my shoe off. While I was trying to hold on to my stuff and fix my shoe and swipe into the station, the train came...and left.
By this time, part of me wanted to laugh, part of me wanted to punch someone in the face, and part of me wanted a drink. I finally got on the train and decide to get off a stop early and go to my favorite wine store to get a nice New Zealand sauvignon blanc. In the process I somehow dropped my beloved iPod and step on my head phones, so now one of the ear buds looks like this:
On the bright side they sold me the wine, I hobbled home, washed my feet (which do feel softer) and now I'm sitting on my couch about to watch the United States of Tara with a nice chilled glass of wine. I hope this gave you all a bit of a chuckle.
P.S. anyone know the best way to clean olive oil off of shoes?