What I'm Not Blogging About These Days

Story number one: Today I walked over to the bank. It's only a few blocks way, and I've been there several times previously. It was really sunny out and I was squinting as I walked up to the bank door. When I yanked on the door to open it, it remained closed. I tried the other door. Nothing. I squinted harder at the door to see what the hours were. Per the hours, the bank was opened. I was confused. I looked around and felt stupid. Looked at the door again. Then I noticed a sign on the one of the doors that said something about using a different entrance. I walked around the building, and found another entrance. Then I went into the bank. I wonder why they changed which doors are being used.

Story number two: I went to the CalTrain station to get a September fast pass. You can buy them at a bunch of different places, but the CalTrain station never runs out. When I got there an Asian man was already in line. It seemed like all the windows were closed and nobody was there. There was a sign saying someone would be back at 5:45pm. Very weird. CalTrain is always open. I mean, maybe not from like 2am to 5am or something, but pretty much always. The guy turned around and told me you couldn't buy a ticket from the machines with a credit card. I walked towards the machines and saw someone who worked for CalTrain standing around.

I asked the man if I could buy a Fast Pass from one of the machines. He shook his head. I asked if there was anyone available to sell me a Fast Pass. He told me to go to Safeway. So I did.

See? You're not missing much.