Metro Welcome packet finally arrives
Metro finally delivered my welcome packet this afternoon.
It came with a framed certificate and some bus passes! They feel and smell like Cracker Jack prizes (recycled paper mixed with the smell of popcorn. As a child, that soon became the imprinted smell of anticipation and excitement) .
But no plastic bags for trash, which was kind of the most important thing. So as soon as I get my back to stop hurting, I'm gonna go out there and check on the trash situation at my stop. I'll take my bus passes with me to see if anyone there needs one.
Which brings me to the one item I'll need most of all now:
Am I afraid of contracting Hep C from a used needle lying on the floor? hell yes.
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My grandma got one of those hep-C needle picker-upper thingies when she had her back surgery. A couple Christmases ago we saw my cousin's 4-year-old brandish that and a wastebasket, going towards her 2-year-old brother saying, "Andy! Let's play Baskethead and Grabber!"
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