God hates me. Part 2

Normally going the distance from the bus stop to the station would not have been difficult, but the slight incline becomes much more noticeable when you have crutches. The city block I had to traverse was a very long distance at that point. So I finally made it to the station. After nearly falling getting on and off some escalators because the elevaotors were too far away, I made it to the underground. So get this, the one station I'm stranded in is not the station I needed to take. The station I wanted was attached via a long corridor. God was laughing as I finally made it to the gate with train pass between my teeth and sweat in my eye. No. Correction, with sweat all over me and soaking into my shirt and suit my jacket.

So I caught my train and was off to Namba. I got there and remembered I had to walk about 10minutes to get to work. That 10 minutes turned into 30 as I had to navigate the various escalators and elevators, and the blind jerks who would run into me because they're looking at the damn shoes. By the time I got to work my light blue shirt was a darker shade and my glasses looked like a windshield in the rain.

Of course, most poeple at work are nice so when they see people on crutches they offer a hand. It was great, everyone was super nice to me. I told them I was chasing a highschool hottie when I fell down. They all laughed, but I wonder how many of them would think I would do such a thing. Dirty old bastard they must have thought! Anyway, I got good at describing gout. It is the result of a build up of Uric Acid due to your body not being able to excrete it in time. It's partially genetic for some and dietary for others. Yes, it's painful. No, I don't have the girl's number.