Friday morning

 When I've been attacked it's always been a young black man.  

I believe the devil does that because that's my demographic for Bible Handouts.  I don't hate.  

So yesterday I was riding to work and the young black man in the wheelchair, with a helmet, gets on.  He likes to ride endless loops on the route to occupy himself.  

I had my earbuds in.  

He kept trying to get my attention and I kept ignoring him.  He reached across the aisle (he had to do this intentionally) and put his hand a couple inches over my knee.  I reacted about how you'd expect, I threw his hand off and screamed "What are you doing?"  

"Oh" he mumbles "Do you have some lotion?"  

"NO!" 

I put the earbuds back in and moved where he couldn't touch me again.  The driver was laughing.  WTF?!?!  

Not mad at the driver, she got a compliment actually.  

Now onto work: I had bought some clearance shoes at work.  I brought them to to work and thought I had better bring my "good" "old' shoes.  I made a mistake, though, and brought the "other" new pair of shoes.  My feet were so bad I was nearly sobbing by the time I got to lunch.  I changed my shoes and I could finish my shift but I am never, ever, wearing those shoes to work again.  

On a side note they were fine for the grocery store last week so I may just save them for that sort of thing.  Taking out the trash, etc.

One of the Middle Eastern ladies at work was admiring my cell phone holder and begged me to make her a water bottle holder.  I said "Go to Fabrics (our craft department) and pick something out, buy it and I'll make it for you"  She was thrilled, ran right out, and got two.  So I'll make that up today.  

She is a nice lady.  I may also talk her into making me some pan bread or samosa.  

Shower time.