MUNI put a rock to my scissors again last night on my way to my first Italian class. Even with extra time padded into the lining of my transit schedule, still the late bus made me late for lecture. And then I was all sweaty from rushing.
I’m always a little surprised to find I can sweat. It doesn’t seem like something I would do. Though I suppose the alternative — closed pores, a gradual buildup, and then one day a spontaneous firework: sweat bomb everywhere! — is hardly preferable.
Anyway, I don’t know quite what to do about MUNI. Maybe next time I will try being paper.