2006-12-05 
 

hints of home

Walking by the row of Bank of America machines tonight...you know, the ones at Davis and California? The ones I can't use right now because someone tried to buy a 2700 dollar computer using my debit card info?

Anyway, walking by, the air was suddenly and inexplicably filled with the scent of Dunkin Donuts...and it felt like home.

Later, I became so engrossed in some article filled with irrelevant pop culture information that I sped through Castro Station without even noticing that the doors had opened.

Got off at Forest Hills...a name right off of the T's Orange Line and encountered another scent. Not a stomach yearning one, but not entirely unpleasant. The deep, subterranean smell of a well worn New York subway station. Not something I'm used to encountering out here on Muni.

Oh, the nasty grinch mentioned briefly above was soundly thwarted by both online retailer and bank. I came home tonight to a minty fresh bank card with new info...and a promise to myself that I'd never let another cabbie or retailer use one of those ancient swoop machines that leave carbon copies laying about for grinches to use on a shopping spree.

Labels: dose of mikey, looking eastward

* posted by me at 10:32 PM

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