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Ring around the Rosie



So today I got stuck in a roundabout. Oh, I also had my interview for Communications Specialist -went well I think, will know by Friday- but back to the roundabout. I felt so absolutely ridiculous. Maybe it was the fact that I cut someone off just so I could do the laps around the roundabout that made it so silly. I've been in a couple of these here contraptions in my day, but always knew "get off at 2nd exit." This time, I was looking for a street name. NOT an easy task when you're driving in a circle trying to simultaneously get out of peoples' way and not hit them. Before I got into this thing, also known as the 10th Circle of Hell, I was not a happy camper. I was tired, sick, and just wanted to be home. What made the whole experience better for me was a glance back in my right blind spot, and there's a young lady getting beeped at; this poor thing looks like she's just been shouted at by someone's housekeeper. I could read her mind. It meekly said: I don't know what to do *and then a single tear drop fell on her cheek.* But she eventually found her way, and after a few more swings 'round the bout, I did too.

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Anonymous said…
Well that sounds like a blast, and just what you needed on your way to a job interview! At least you finally made your way out of there =]
Christen said…
:) exactly! I just felt silly, like queue in clown music at any point here haha

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