This morning marked another incident where I suffered from a moment of partial retardation.  When I was getting on the T, it was crowded as usual, so I grabbed onto the pole...or so I thought.  After a good ten seconds or so, I began to wonder why the pole was wiggling and felt unstable.  For some reason, I was thinking it was just loose, but a second later, I realized that couldn't be possible.  When I turned my head towards the pole I was holding onto, I saw that it wasn't a pole at all.  Instead, I had been holding onto this man's lacrosse stick.  He was standing lower than me on the step by the door, holding a gym bag with the metal handle sticking straight up into the air.  I was so out of it this morning, I didn't really pay attention to what I had grabbed onto and just assumed his sport stick was the pole.  Yeah...that was embarrassing, and it was even worse that he didn't say anything when I apologized and let go of his stick...

Later this afternoon, while taking my lunch break, I was walking outside in the crowded street.  I felt something tickling my hand, so I looked to see what it was a noticed an insect and started having mini heartattacks.  In a wild frenzy, I flung my hand back violently to throw the bug off my hand and ended up hitting a man in the balls.  Apparently, he was walking beside me but a little behind me, and when I thrusted my arm back, I managed to get him right between the legs as he took his step forward.  He clutched his private area for dear life and bent forward a little.  I felt the heat in my face (as if I wasn't already hot from the beaming sun) rise, and I couldn't even apologize normally.  I broke out into this stutter and after stumbling over the "S" a few times, "sorry" eventually came out of my mouth.  I just don't get why I always seem to be in the wrong place at the wrong time doing strange things. 

Windy cities are not so friendly, especially when you don't have an enclosed mode of transportation and you're required to walk everywhere.  I don't even know why I bother to fix my hair when it ends up looking like a lion's mane at the end of the day.  And Sunday, for the first time in a very long time, I decided to dress like a nice young lady.  I had a cute little summer dress on and my hair was down and groomed.  As I'm walking down Boylston, mother nature decided to blow her evil gusts at me, causing my dress to blow in between my legs.  Might I add that a dress or skirt tucked tightly in a girl's crotch is NOT attractive in any way.  Everytime I kept trying to pull my dress out from between my legs, the wind just kept blowing it right back.  I should have just worn pants.  Maybe from now on, I'll just wear pants and a swim cap on my head to keep any hairs from blowing onto the cornea of my eye.  Also, lip gloss is overrated.  It only looks good and stays put indoors.  The outdoors is no place to be wearing lipgloss, especially in windy cities.  In my case, my hair blows all over the place and sticks to my lips, and as I'm dragging the hair off my lips, it leaves that sticky residue on the side of my face.  I end up with more lipgloss on the ends of my hair than on my lips.  I should invent "nonstick lipgloss for women with long hair who like to look sexy in windy cities."  The end.  Now back to work.