Shirtless
So, I think, at least for today, I'm officially the dumbest short little American guy in downtown Vancouver.
I forgot my shirt.
Yes, the one I was wearing.
No, I wasn't naked — I had a white undershirt on, but that's not the point.
I stopped by The Bay after work to do some shopping (and to get talked into applying for a Bay credit card, but, what do you know — it was approved! For $500! With no security deposit needed! I'm no longer creditless in Canada! Enough with the exclamation points!), and I tried on a couple of shirts — a blue one marked at $34, and a maroon one marked at $99. Of course, as one might imagine, the blue one was cheaply made, uncomfortable, and fit terribly, whereas the maroon one was so comfy it was like taking a bubble bath standing up. Or something. Wow, that sounded weird. Anyway, back to the story.
So, yes, I suppose I got so excited about the maroon shirt that I neglected to put back on the shirt I wore to work today, walked out of the dressing room, paid for the maroon shirt, walked across the street and had $11 sashimi (indeed — octopus, tuna, salmon, toro, shrimp, and yellowtail I think — big thick slices of three each — $11. And free tea. No exclamation points this time even though I really want to), and walked all the way home, even stopping by Nelson's Market to grab a bag of food for Ivan, never once realizing I was shirtless until I started to change into jeans and a t-shirt and looked down and had this strange moment of not panic but something similar and said out loud, "Where did my shirt go?!?" Of course, I'm really not that dumb a guy, so it didn't take me long to think back on the events of the past half hour and realize where it was, but can you imagine the feeling? I wanted to bonk my head against the wall.
It all ended well, anyway, because when I called The Bay in the odd chance that they had found it and not tried to sell it to anyone, the woman I spoke to cut me off mid-sentence, saying, "A sort of beige shirt? Kind of a textured material? Yeah I found it. Didn't know what the heck I was supposed to do with it, either, until I realized it was probably something somebody left. Want to come by tonight and get it?" Since I wanted my shirt back, and since there's no time like the proverbial present, and since the store is only three blocks walk away from my apartment, I really didn't have any excuse not to go right away and pick it up.
Yeah, so that's how smart I am.
* * *
Today was also significant in that it was a calm enough day at work, and I was feeling restless enough, that, rather than giving my business to the building cafeteria for probably the 90th day in a row, I turned the other direction and walked straight out the front door (without a jacket, it turns out — what is it with me and missing clothes today? I didn't even think about that until just now). I walked down the street (in the chilly rain, because I didn't want to waste the 10 minutes or so to go all the way back up to get my jacket), past two sushi places and a Korean restaurant, to finally settle at an Indian place called Samosa Garden. The food was only so-so, but I didn't care, because I was free.
I need to do some additional scouting around the neighborhood to see if there are any other places within decent walking distance.
I forgot my shirt.
Yes, the one I was wearing.
No, I wasn't naked — I had a white undershirt on, but that's not the point.
I stopped by The Bay after work to do some shopping (and to get talked into applying for a Bay credit card, but, what do you know — it was approved! For $500! With no security deposit needed! I'm no longer creditless in Canada! Enough with the exclamation points!), and I tried on a couple of shirts — a blue one marked at $34, and a maroon one marked at $99. Of course, as one might imagine, the blue one was cheaply made, uncomfortable, and fit terribly, whereas the maroon one was so comfy it was like taking a bubble bath standing up. Or something. Wow, that sounded weird. Anyway, back to the story.
So, yes, I suppose I got so excited about the maroon shirt that I neglected to put back on the shirt I wore to work today, walked out of the dressing room, paid for the maroon shirt, walked across the street and had $11 sashimi (indeed — octopus, tuna, salmon, toro, shrimp, and yellowtail I think — big thick slices of three each — $11. And free tea. No exclamation points this time even though I really want to), and walked all the way home, even stopping by Nelson's Market to grab a bag of food for Ivan, never once realizing I was shirtless until I started to change into jeans and a t-shirt and looked down and had this strange moment of not panic but something similar and said out loud, "Where did my shirt go?!?" Of course, I'm really not that dumb a guy, so it didn't take me long to think back on the events of the past half hour and realize where it was, but can you imagine the feeling? I wanted to bonk my head against the wall.
It all ended well, anyway, because when I called The Bay in the odd chance that they had found it and not tried to sell it to anyone, the woman I spoke to cut me off mid-sentence, saying, "A sort of beige shirt? Kind of a textured material? Yeah I found it. Didn't know what the heck I was supposed to do with it, either, until I realized it was probably something somebody left. Want to come by tonight and get it?" Since I wanted my shirt back, and since there's no time like the proverbial present, and since the store is only three blocks walk away from my apartment, I really didn't have any excuse not to go right away and pick it up.
Yeah, so that's how smart I am.
* * *
Today was also significant in that it was a calm enough day at work, and I was feeling restless enough, that, rather than giving my business to the building cafeteria for probably the 90th day in a row, I turned the other direction and walked straight out the front door (without a jacket, it turns out — what is it with me and missing clothes today? I didn't even think about that until just now). I walked down the street (in the chilly rain, because I didn't want to waste the 10 minutes or so to go all the way back up to get my jacket), past two sushi places and a Korean restaurant, to finally settle at an Indian place called Samosa Garden. The food was only so-so, but I didn't care, because I was free.
I need to do some additional scouting around the neighborhood to see if there are any other places within decent walking distance.