Wednesday, May 18, 2005 The sunk cost fallacy
After work today, I kept telling myself, "Be a man: you're walking home," but then I just went right over to the bus stop and sat down. I sat down for so long that I saw an Irish wolfhound and a little boy dressed as a policeman. This little boy is a harbinger of bad transit luck. He may be spectral.
When he appears, I know there will be no bus that day, but I have to test the theory every time.
I sat longer than was reasonable, and there was still no bus, and it hurt, because I knew that as soon as I got up to leave, the bus would arrive just out of my reach. Finally, I did leave, and if the bus came, it had the decency to do so when I was out of earshot.
I walked in spite of myself, and it was very pretty. I knew it was going to be. I don't mind getting up and moving around nearly as much as I used to, either. It's just that it takes forever. Walk, walk, walk. Ho-hum, Baltimore. I know you try to liven up my pedestrian commute for me by yelling exciting facts as I pass. I know you grow weeds three times taller than I am, and you incorporate beautiful blue and green glass right into the road, but my days are packed, and I have no time to plod around like a peasant.
I don't mean to keep writing about the bus, although transit schedules loom larger in my life than they probably should. Here is a change of pace: what I ate for lunch. Did y'all know that you're on the internet?
When I work a full day, I usually forget to bring lunch, and I play this game: if no one offers me food before a reasonable lunchtime, I can buy lunch. If someone offers me food, I have to have that for lunch instead. The game is flexible. I am not a monster. If someone offers me something I don't eat, I don't accept.
Today somebody offered me a row of marshmallow peeps, and I did accept. Later, I got my hair fussed with instead of taking a proper lunch, so for the rest of the day, I spaced out the peeps until they seemed most necessary.
I wore the elaborate system of foils my hairdresser work friend put on my head, and I cooked under the dryer while reading magazines. I was so direlict in duty that I was shocked and ashamed of myself, but I found out that certain celebrities are down-to-earth, and some trends are hot while others are not. posted by Frenz | 5/18/2005 01:40:00 AM
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