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Rather than purchasing a ticket to ride the single fare stinking muni, one must feed quarters and only quarters to the ticket gate. Every stupid time.

And, sometimes at night, some gates don’t accept quarters at all and the slots close up.  This forces you to walk for 5 minutes, hoping your train is late (which, you know, it probably is, but still!) to an alternate gate where a surly American sits, supervising your coin deposition.

I feel like we’re competing with Moscow for unfriendliness points here.

On buses, you can pay the driver (no change, of course), but the metro is too smart for that. They gots automation. Automation which only accepts coins, and depends on competing transportation companies for change machines.   A parasitic relationship, I think, is the official term.

This sort of idiocy makes me want to fire the entire department of transportation.  All they do for me is cause parking tickets. Retards.  Can’t even collect money right.

And of course, there’s no phone reception in the stations.

And two car trains?  One car trains? What is this, disneyland?!

Actually, I’m pretty sure Disneyland does much better.  Maybe I’ll move there.

Speaking of moving…right now I’m in Costa Rica (I hope).  No trains.  Just expectedly unreliable buses. And mud.  But see, they don’t PRETEND to be a world leader.   Their economy can crash, and I’m pretty sure most stock markets would be okay.

Sigh.  Guess not everywhere can have transit like Tokyo.

A pet peeve of mine.
Alas, as I sit on the 12:30 am flight to San Jose, CR (sjo not sjc,) the two gents to my left have clearly had hamburgers for dinner.

Perhaps Burger king.
Certainly with ketchup.

And I have to deal with whatever morning breath this turns into too.

O, woe.

My first real boss said that one of my strengths is that, in the face of angry weirdoes and rampant chaos, I possess the rare ability to do NOTHING. Whereas most will fight back or break down, resulting in their ultimate ruin, I step to the side and let the crazy parade waltz on by.

(I actually chalk this up to very slow reflexes. By the time my brain processes a reasonable response, the crisis is usually over).

Let’s take, for instance, house hunting. Oft compared to an angry vortex of bouncing yo-yos; this menace threatens to crack open your skull and devour your innards over the next 30 years at a fixed rate. So many little subjective factors. So many hard, cold numbers. Big ones. Looping back and whizzing by. Trapezing just in front of your nose.

(Um, there was a point in there somewhere…hmm…)

Oh yes, house hunting. Kinda hard not to get sucked into making a move when you shouldn’t. I think I’ll need to be exercising my “neutralization” superpowers quite a bit in the coming months. Especially as I’m still sort of floating around (subletting), and don’t have a solid anchor to not get sucked away from. That is to say, since I don’t have a real home now, I have the additional weight of “tired of living out of suitcase” swinging about.

Gotta practice laying some perspective down on these toys. And not letting my string get jerked around.

(Note to self: come up with a better superpower than “neutralizing.” Too close to “neutering” :P)