Minor Delays

Some dude's suicide totally put a damper on my evening.

This is a ridiculously long and whiny story, so I'll try to sum it up for you quick-like:

We went to a museum for our Literary London class on Tuesday (which is worthless, by the way) and I was scheduled to meet my Hospitality Design class at Dans Le Noir (see previous post) for dinner to research unique dining and all that jazz. We didn't have to meet until 9 and it was 6 when we got out of the museum, so I thought I had plenty of time to go home and change. I should have had plenty of time to go home and change, but NO, the world hates me, and the central line (of the tube - the London underground train I use to get EVERYWHERE) was partially shut down b/c of "a person under the train." So by the time I got off I had to run home and change and get right back on the tube, realizing that the restaurant was only one stope away from the museum I had just come from. Ugh. But I had an hour to get there, so I thought it would be ok.

Nope.

Not only did it take me an hour and a half to get there, but it started pouring rain as soon as I got off the tube. Not a biug deal, though, right? I can meet my class late - no problem. So I finally get there, and they wouldn't let me in to meet my class! They said that once a party enters the "dark room," it is not possible for them to be joined by anyone else until their meal is done - not even if that person has just spent a hellish hour-and-a-half on the tube and in the rain. So I yelled at the lady and left.

Seriously, if you are going to kill yourself, don't do it in a way that inconveniences me. Ok, that's not entirely fair... I also heard the guy might have been pushed. If you are planning a death of any kind - yours or someone else's, please do it in private or at some obscure tube station that no one (meaning me) uses.

Thank you.

stacy