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I actually wrote this a few days ago on the 21st while waiting for the train. I’m finally getting around to publishing it. Bon appetit.

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Wow, I can sincerely say that I have never been this amused in my entire life.

Ok.

Maybe I can’t. But it’s pretty damn close.

Second day of spring break. Yesterday, the roomies and I celebrated the start of spring by going out to dinner at Red Robin and getting some dessert at Cold Stone. However, it was a bittersweet celebration as Myra is departing to head off to Mexico to study abroad.

Myra, I have three words/phrases to say:

1. Jajajajajajaja.
2. EXOTIC.
3. Munchkin the Mexican gorilla man.

Actually, there’s a lot more I could say, but I think three is quite enough. We really do need to do a “remember when…?” when you get back.

Anyway, I’LL MISS YOU. I’ll also miss seeing your cute feet in black socks when I wake up in the morning.

So my morning plans were as followed: wake up early, hit the gym, take a shower, eat, bid my final farewell to Myra, and head off to Amtrak. The first five went smoothly as planned.

I got to Amtrak and was greeted coldly by an elderly woman with dyed fire-red hair. Hey, did you notice the oxymoron? I never received a confirmation email for my train ticket, but thought less of it since my mother informed me that the order had gone through.

This woman gave me a death stare when I told her I didn’t have a confirmation number. She pretty much scolded me like I was a four-year old and ordered me to call my mother to tell her to call Amtrak, give her her debit card number, and get a confirmation number. Yes, she ordered me. She said “Call your mother right now.” That I did. But I don’t understand why she had to get so frazzled about it. I’m just a silly girl who didn’t get a confirmation email. I wasn’t even that worried.

I got the confirmation number—only to find out that I didn’t order the 11:20 ticket. I got the 2:20 one instead.

So, really. I was about 4 hours early.

At that point I’m about to die of thirst, so I wandered off to the vending machine to get a bottle of water. $2 bucks for an Aquafina. It’s honestly not that surprising. I bought a bagel and a bottle of orange juice for $7 on the train last time.

I didn’t have any cash to feed the vending machine, so I meandered off to an archaic-looking ATM, which repeatedly rejected me and my pin number. That was fine. I didn’t want to have to pay $3 fee to withdraw money anyway. WAMU will be sending me a new PIN in about 5 to 7 business days.

After rummaging around for some change in my wallet, luggage bag, purse, pockets, and everywhere else where loose change can be found (kind of like a bum, hence the title of this post), and only coming up with 1.50 in four quarters, 4 dimes, and 2 nickels, I decided to go hunt for a WAMU.

(I think I would’ve had more change with me…if it weren’t for Myra who told me a couple weeks ago that my wallet looked like it was about explode because it was so obese with change)…Haha, jk Myra. :)

Luckily, there was a WAMU only about 5 to 10 minutes away inside an Uwajimaya’s. The man who told me to go there seemed to be really enthused about Uwajimaya. It also seemed like he didn’t think I knew what Uwajimaya was.

“It’s a neat little Japanese store,” he said. “A lot of people go there for their Asian food.”

Wow. Thanks, sir.

I got my cash and stopped by at Starbucks. I got myself an average pre-made turkey/Swiss cheese/lettuce sandwich and a tall drip coffee. I burned my tongue but it was well-worth it. I chilled at there for a bit, but I left about 30 minutes later. I wasn’t feeling this Starbucks. It was too small and claustrophobic, so I hauled out.

I felt like such a tourist; rolling around my 40 lb. luggage bag that’s nearly as tall I am, my laptop bag hanging off my shoulder, walking around and not really knowing where the hell I was going. It was cool though. I need to do this more often.

So now, here I am back at Amtrak. My coffee is cooling off a bit too quickly for my liking. I’m too used to using that Starbucks thermos. It is a beautiful work of art that keeps my coffee hot for at least 5 hours.

Across from me sits this Asian girl. I’m guessing Japanese if not at least half. She’s been giving me these suspicious looks ever since I’ve gotten here. Maybe it’s because I’m using a laptop when there’s not even wi-fi here. Because really who uses a computer nowadays when you can’t even get internet connection?

I noticed a semi-attractive guy walking toward her. Dark eyes and dark hair, which I guess I’ve always been a sucker for. The girl gives me another snotty look as she puts her arms around the guy.

I almost laughed.

He’s yours. I got it.

My coffee is disappearing too quickly. My thermos probably fits like three tall coffees. That thing was honestly my savior last week. Hallelujah.

There are now three guys sitting across from me. The Asian girl and her lover left seven minutes ago. The guy in the middle is really nerdy-looking. He’s leaning in really close to the guy on his left, talking about cancer research or something. I can’t really hear. The guy on the right, who’s looking at the ground as I type this, looks isolated and left out. I hope he’s not looking at my feet. They’re kinda gross looking. The dude on the left, I have just realized, has a really tiny head. He really seems fascinated about this guy’s topic of conversation.

I’m honestly feeling really relaxed right now. This is what makes me happy—having time by myself, being artificially awake by coffee, and looking at weird people.

It’s only 1:32 and my train leaves in a little less than an hour. I can’t believe I won’t be in Vancouver until about 6:30.

I feel like everyone is looking at me. There’s a huge line of people standing right across from me. More people are sitting on the seats across from me. I’m the only one on this side of the room. It’s kinda scary.