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Year View| Summary| Highlights| Month View| Sunday 8 June 2003 (Day View)
08.06.2003 – Sunday 8 June
- • I had a dream the other night, that I only had six months left to live. It was interesting to see what my reactions were.
- • I slept in, of course. I also washed my clothes and sheets.
- • Amos and I looked for cars online. We didn’t find any amazing bargains, but Amos wrote down a few phone numbers. After Amos dropped Joe down his club, we decided to go into Silas’s and do something, so Amos went on MSN chat to find some women. He met an exotic dancer who offered us cheap entry to some place in town, who he then arranged to meet. We left here at 7:32, which seemed reasonable at the time, but when we arrived at Silas’s, he pointed out that there would be no trains running late enough to get home if we went into the city or saw a movie, so we had to stay at his place – which we did.
- • While waiting for the train to come, which because Silas told us the Roma Street departure time instead of our station, was rather a while, we had some girls looking at us rather strangely. We worked out they thought we were undercover police and that they were impressed. Amos had on a jacket that looked the same as those worn by the ticket collectors on the train, and that coupled with the girls’ reaction gave us the idea to pretend to be ticket collectors. We walked down the train, and it was quite surprising to see the reactions of all the people. I think I looked like a criminal and Amos looked like either a ticket collector or police officer. We had many people obviously hating us, and some others impressed; a few called out and said various things. I think they thought I was being dragged off the train. It was surprising to see what an obvious difference it made when people thought we were somehow official. I guess that’s a big reason why people become security guards, ticket collectors, police officers, etc.
- • Joe arrived home just before we did. I had a nice hot cup of soup to warm my hands, and then spent some time online.
- Comment by lulu – Tuesday 10 June 2003, 3:07 AM
- This has to be my favorite of all your journal entries. I had a good laugh over the ticket collectors! lol I am not through laughing yet.