I have a blister on my right foot. While this might be news to you (I would hope so, or I’m clearly twittering about it too much), it is not so much news to me. For the most part, I tolerate it and hope for the day that it breaks or bursts and disappears or whatever blisters do when they aren’t needed anymore. Yes, I’m aware I should probably invest in a new pair of sneakers.

Last night, after a full day at the Office, and then a long night spent running around the Bookstore, the blister felt like it was trying to consume my foot. It’s located between my big toe and my index toe, and just below that little gap between them, and last night it felt like my foot was on fire. Or, y’know, the whole “consumed by blister” thing. I braved the pain Wednesday night to walk home, but there was just no way I was walking home last night. My options were: Metro, and then walk two blocks home; hobble four blocks to Franklin Square, ride the Circulator, and walk two blocks home; or limp myself up to K Street and catch the L2, which drops me off pretty much right in front of my building.

L2! For the win!

Except K Street is being ripped up for some sort of construction. So I hobbled another block east — away from the lights and the noise — to wait for my bus at 19th & K. I checked the NextBus card from my Jesus Phone and it stated that the next bus was three minutes away.

This was at 9:25.

At 10:45, I was finally boarding an L2.

Yeah, I know: I could’ve just crossed the street and caught a Circulator down to Franklin Square for the Woodley Park connection. I probably should’ve just born the pain and jumped on the Metro. But it was a beautiful night, and after waiting so long for the L2, to leave would have been an admission of defeat. It wasn’t so bad: I listened to music, read The Alienist by Caleb Carr, Twittered a bit from my phone (but the battery was low so I was loathe to use it often).

But the bus arrived, and I was happy. Home soon, I thought. But apparently I was really stupid for thinking that.

Honestly, the ride itself was pretty uneventful: but then this lady got on just when the bus turns on to 18th Street, and there was some problem with her Smartrip card, so the driver had to stop the bus and spend five minutes filling out some sort of form. I assume it was so that WMATA could send her a bill in the mail, but I was waaaay in the back and listening to the Shrek 3 soundtrack on my iPod. So after this is all over and we started moving again, she exited at Columbia Road. That’s like four blocks. Seriously, she couldn’t have just walked?

Maybe she had a blister, too.