If you're not quick and assertive you'll never get off that bus or you may be taken off at a stop not your own. The bus was full to the brim today. It was unpleasant, I was already starting to sweat because I had to walk back to my suite from the bus stop, because I had forgotten some documents I needed to take in to work today. Sweaty, a bit miffed about having to swipe my metro card twice, and generally annoyed, my day was off to a rough start.
I managed to get my "social security" number for work here in Mexico. It was relative painless and didn't take long, at all. Don Felipe drove me and waited for me outside as I completed my transaction inside a small room with two guys behind plastic windows, one of whom was blasting his music - Molotov, Panteon Rococo. Don Felipe's first plane ride was only a few months ago. For an older man, and the way he said it, it really struck me. Hit a soft spot. He's a sweet old man. Humble, soft-spoken, and seemingly a very nice man. We chatted, found out a few things about each other. It was nice.
I did a lot of walking today. A lot of standing in line. A lot of walking and standing in line wearing dress shoes. My feet were wrecked, the bottom of my feet slightly calloused and split at the ball of my feet. I'm annoyed. I was going to run tomorrow morning. No, really... I was!
On a final note, Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. should not make you cry. Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. should not be making me cry. That scene with Fitz and Simmons at the end, though, made me choke up. Together. They solve things together. Together. Always.
**UPDATE**
Snagged the two pics from Google. Anonymous sources. Last time I will use non-original photos. As a "photographer", I know how shitty it is to not be credit with your work. If someone knows who snapped these, please let me know
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