It's important to note that being incredibly tired and having to wait for public transportation is a great combo for feeling badly about yourself. If you want to throw a little pity party, work for 10 hours and then hang around waiting for a bus. If you want to throw a more extravagant pity party, spend a few years trying to get published, work a 10-hour day, and then wait for a bus outside of a bookstore watching people buy books that actually are in print.
And maybe serve punch.
Sitting there feeling like a jerk, I remembered I left something at the restaurant. Making my way back to work, I grabbed my stuff, noticing the lights of the 66 bus coming down the street. Not wanting to wait for the next one, I ran out of the restaurant, and darted across the street to the bus stop. Avoiding traffic, and looking quite stupid as I ran, I heard someone yell from a block down, "Hey!! OPEN-EYED SNEEZE!"
The combination of words sounded familiar and then it hit me-- Hey! That's my book!
I looked up to see a regular from the restaurant (who has been reading the blog) waving and giving me a big smile.
I jumped on the bus, absolutely thrilled with the funny little moments life provides.
There I was feeling sorry for myself, and just when I needed it, I got a random shout out.
My first official shout out was an actual, literal shout-out.