notes to self
May. 26th, 2007 02:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
batskeetsDo not say to yourself, "oh, I'll just bike over there!" when you have not actually been there before. ("over there" being Forest Park) You may wind up hitchhiking for help in order to get up an otherwise impossible hill, biffing around lost like a moron, missing your appointment, and having a generally miserable experience.
The MAX train is a thing of beauty, but the ticket machines don't take any sort of credit cards. You're all, "but they have the little slot there for your card!" But, no, it is an evil trick played on you by The Man. Seriously, I tried three different kiosks and didn't get any of them to spit out a ticket.
Fortunately, Tri-Met workers are also nice, and will take pity on you and give you free rides when their stupid machines don't work.
I can't decide if I want to go eat or pass out for a nice, long nap. I feel like I should do *something*, after all that wasted effort, but I'm almost too tired to even focus on this post, so it'll probably be the latter.
The MAX train is a thing of beauty, but the ticket machines don't take any sort of credit cards. You're all, "but they have the little slot there for your card!" But, no, it is an evil trick played on you by The Man. Seriously, I tried three different kiosks and didn't get any of them to spit out a ticket.
Fortunately, Tri-Met workers are also nice, and will take pity on you and give you free rides when their stupid machines don't work.
I can't decide if I want to go eat or pass out for a nice, long nap. I feel like I should do *something*, after all that wasted effort, but I'm almost too tired to even focus on this post, so it'll probably be the latter.
