More poor roommate communication

H and I are going to the east coast except I am heading to NY and H is going to North Carolina.  We've talked about our trips for the last few months.  We booked our flights separately and never showed the other person any flight schedules

3 weeks before the flight
Me: I'm leaving on Friday (whatever the date was) too, what time is your flight?
H: 11
Me: mine is at noon but I can go early so we can go together

Week of the flight
Me: what airline are you flying?
H:  American airline.  My flight is actually 11:55 so it's closer to yours.

Day of the flight
H:  my layover is in Texas
Me: oh mine is in Dallas... Wait.
H and me in unison:  Are we on the same flight???

The answer was yes.

Is it serendipity or simply poor communication?  Who knows but it turns out that I had an empty seat next to me so I was able to sit with a homie for the first leg of the flight instead of flying solo.

Bad hair day

C: is that paint in your hair?
Me: *checks ponytail*
Me: nope, just dried toothpaste from this morning

Bay Area humor

Me: where's home for you?
A: San Fran
Me:  ...You sure about that?

(Only ppl from the bay would understand the irony)

Come clean

(At target)
H:  I need to buy more laundry detergent, I'm running out
Me: ... We don't share?

Metro Rail

On the subway, a bum with one leg was standing next to me... Lost his balance and knocked me over in the process. A (handsome) man in a suit helped pull him back up.  If this was a real sitcom, that man would have helped me up, checked to see if I was ok, and we'd be going out in the near future... But alas this is real life and all he did was look at me to confirm I was ok with a nod and exited at the next stop.

Just a typical Monday morning in the life of Lyn.

Kaiser

In the Kaiser waiting room.

Nurse:  Senor Castillo, we are ready for you
Me: *looks around, no one else is in the waiting room except me...*




I got my tetanus shot in my arm and it was SORE.  sore sore sore.  I went to work that night.
A:  *grabs my arm, right where my shot is* Lyn!!  I haven't seen you in so long!!  I've missed you! *continues to shake me*
Me:  OWWWWW, my tetanus shot *lifts sleeve to show bandaid and swollen area*

Smashed

My poor poor index fingers have been to hell and back.

Scene 1:
Walked into a patient's room.  The doors at my hospital are HEAVY, like lead door heavy.  The entire door smashed my left hand's index finger and instantly a million blot clots appeared on my finger.
Me:  Sorry, I'll be right back
Parent:  Ok
Me:  *Slyly walks out the door, once it closes, I scream/grunt at the top of my lungs because it hurts like a mother*

Yep, my finger definitely was a swollen mess, it turned black/purple under the nail, and the blot clots were more prominent.  I felt like ET because my finger was pulsating all night.

Scene 2 (the next morning):
Me:  omg look at my finger, it's worst
N:  *smacks it*
Me:  WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?!
N: I forgot it hurt!  I thought you were just pointing at me and we were playing a game!

Scene 3:
Opening a window because my toast is burning, somehow pinched the finger pad of the index finger on my RIGHT hand.
Now my other index finger is also swollen and has a disgusting huge black blood clot.