It's a Long Long Way to the 29th Floor and Sidewalk Driving

My apartment, as mentioned, is on the 29th floor of my building. I love, love, love the view, however, if you have met me and spent any amount of time with me, you know that I need a potty break approximately every 34 seconds. It takes 55 seconds to ride from the ground floor to the 29th floor. I have timed it. The bus ride from school is approximately 35 minutes. I am now cutting off my liquid supply (and dangerously risking dehydration) about an hour before the bus is scheduled to leave. I also visit the loo immediately before departure. But, inevitably, the elevator ride is an excruciating test on the limits of my bladder. And the best part is that there are security cameras in the elevator. I am sure somewhere in my building someone is getting a real kick out of the daily pee-dance performed by yours truly. What can you do? Adult Diapers? Also probably inevitable.

Another observation...no one really seems to care if you drive on the sidewalk here in GZ. I needed to go to the store to buy some Clorox yesterday and took my normal on-the-sidewalk route. About half way there, I encountered a BMW that was driving, almost directly at me, over the curb and onto said sidewalk. I glared at the driver and kept walking. Slowly. I could hear the car behind me. Had I leaned back far enough I could have touched the hood. I found myself totally annoyed that the car was 1) On the sidewalk 2) About to mow me down and 3) The crowd of police officers I walked past didn't seem to notice or care. So I kept walking as slowly as possible hoping that the guy in the car was equally annoyed that the traffic on the sidewalk wasn't moving as quickly as he hoped. When I got to the hair salon with the disembodied hairstyle heads on sticks at the corner, the car aggressively whipped past me and kept going. The driver didn't seem to like me very much either.