Another weekend of jam packed fun has passed. A finished his final on Saturday so we could begin to do stuff again.
I made the long and arduous journey on Friday to go pick up our stuff for the Disneyland half marathon on Sunday. He dropped me off at the airport so I could board a shuttle to Disneyland. There were others that were in the same boat. We boarded this sketchy van. I think this company must just make the rounds ahead of the official Disney Shuttle so he can collect suckers like us first. It's one of those Asian shuttles with drivers that are just really appeasing and a little sleazy, but you don't really know if he is actually agreeing or just trying to finagle business. After getting dropped off, I left our negotiation feeling incredibly unsure of my arrangements with him to get a ride back. Maybe you can understand what happened.
Me: So how do I pay you for a round-trip?
Driver: Yes...
Me: Do I pay you one way now and the rest later?
Driver: Yes...
Me: [hand him cash] Where do I find you again?
Driver: [running away] Right here...
Me: Do you have a card or phone number I can call?
Driver: [running away and jumping back into van, and driving away] Right here... what time?
Me: 11:30?
Driver: [driving away] Yes...

I'll forever remember this day as the day I took the bus/train all over LA. It's like I was walking around in the desert all day. Because I was. But the RRS took me to get ice cream at the end.
dangerously over-sized,
jt
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