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Leftover Haiku and Cryptic Notes
In the course of doing a wee bit of desk unshoveling, I stumbled across some metro haikus I never posted here. These go back to June, but are really pretty timeless for us weary commuters.
Waited twenty-three
minutes for train whih should
run every five. Damn!
The indoor voice is
apparently not taught to
children nowadays.
I also have the obligatory cryptic notes to myself. Surprisingly, I recognized a sequence of digits written on one scrap of paper as a frequent flyer number. I can more or less figure out what I meant by things like 24-28 and 1-5 for Festival, and I actually just realized that it was the Smithsonian Folklife Festival. I am reasonably sure I know what I was supposed to tell Vic and I think I actually did tell him. But I have absolutely no idea who Ben Regngert might be and why he is associated with 19 x 19 foam board.
Waited twenty-three
minutes for train whih should
run every five. Damn!
The indoor voice is
apparently not taught to
children nowadays.
I also have the obligatory cryptic notes to myself. Surprisingly, I recognized a sequence of digits written on one scrap of paper as a frequent flyer number. I can more or less figure out what I meant by things like 24-28 and 1-5 for Festival, and I actually just realized that it was the Smithsonian Folklife Festival. I am reasonably sure I know what I was supposed to tell Vic and I think I actually did tell him. But I have absolutely no idea who Ben Regngert might be and why he is associated with 19 x 19 foam board.