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Commuter Correspondence: For Bob, the Man Who Sells Newspapers

(an excerpt from my journal) I could complain about work or being tired, but I won’t do that this morning. Instead, I’ll talk about something a little happier. Arriving at the ferry building this morning, I spied a canopy with balloons set up. And two people — a man and a woman — were passing out muffins, donuts, croissants and coffee. I wondered what that was all about. Calvin said that it was probably for “a national holiday that no one cares about.” So, after getting in line and walking by the stand, I heard the man yell out, “It’s Bob Appreciation Day!” At first, I had no idea what he was talking about. So I didn’t stop to sign the card. But as I passed the man who sells newspapers to the ferry commuters every morning, I realized that he was Bob. Bob is the guy I walk by every morning, who smiles at everyone walking onto the ferry and who sits outside the dock (rain or shine) to sell the morning paper to …

Commuter Correspondence: To the Josh Hutcherson Lookalike, Pt. 2

Full disclaimer: This follow-up letter is going to make me sound like a complete creep and a major stalker. But I’m not. I pinky promise. (Sorry in advance.) So, if you read my first letter, I probably caught your attention. (Or, if you didn’t read my letter, I probably caught your attention because I haven’t so slyly snuck glances at you under my Ray-Ban aviators…) And then you thought: And then you completely stopped taking the ferry from Vallejo to San Francisco and you moved all the way across the country to get away from the creepy girl on your morning commute. The end. Related Posts: “Commuter Correspondence: To the Josh Hutcherson Lookalike“ “Commuter Correspondence: To My iPhone 3GS“

Commuter Correspondence: To My iPhone 3GS

Now, I don’t consider myself someone who’s obsessed with having the latest, greatest thing. After all, it took me years to get an iPhone (the summer of 2011, to be exact), and I settled on getting a 3GS. The 3GS that I’m going to gripe a bit about now… My dear 3GS, we’ve had some good times together. I took you to Vegas and the Grand Canyon, and you accompanied me when I visited our nation’s capital for the first time in my life. But as February (and my upgrade date) approaches, I can’t help but feel like you and I will have to go our separate ways. I need a front-facing camera. And retina display. And more gigs so I can download all of the versions of “Angry Birds” and have at least one-fourth of my iTunes library. I want high-quality photos for my Instagram. Plus, I’m tired of having you die on me in the middle of the night — and making me late for work. This can’t happen anymore. I’m a working …

Commuter Correspondence: To the Josh Hutcherson Lookalike

I promise that I’m not creepy, and I promise that I’m not in love with you or anything. I just can’t help but be fascinated by your square jaw and your slightly tousled brown hair — sorry. I blame my fascination with you on Suzanne Collins. And Gary Ross. And Lionsgate Films. And the fact that the chubby kid from Kentucky who starred in “Little Manhattan” grew up to be a heartthrob. You can also blame your parents and your genes. You should probably also ask them if you have second cousins in Kentucky, while you complain to them about how some crazed girl on your ferry commute keeps staring at you (I’ll try to be more subtle about that from now on, I promise). But since I’ve probably already made you feel a bit uncomfortable, I figure I’ll push it a bit further and tell you that, when I manage to catch a glimpse of you on the odd ride up to the city, I think about you for a few minutes. I want …