I was already running late to class. Why was I running late? Well, I realized as I was leaving that I had to go give my landlord $408 today or I wouldn't have a place to live come August. That in and of itself is a minor source of grumpiness.
So, I was biking to school up University Parkway. The road that I usually take over to campus (don't know what it's called, but it runs east of the Marriott Center) has been slowly and mysteriously replaced by a large trench through the efforts of a construction crew. Honestly, of all the roads they could have picked to dig up, they just had to pick the one I depend on to get to school.
Anyway, it was a minor annoyance, since I could just ride up next to the Marriott (which is BYU's basketball stadium). However, today I discovered that the construction crews weren't satisfied with this state of affairs. See, they apparently weren't satisfied that people could so easily circumnavigate their project, and decided to dig up the road in the parking lot itself, thus blocking access to the easy way around. I mean, why settle for a minor inconvenience when you could create a major one?
(I'm exaggerating, of course. Riding around the Marriott only adds a couple minutes to my commute. Why am I exaggerating? Because I'm grumpy, dadgummit!)
So, there are all these little cement blocks in the lot for cars to park against, but they have a 6" gap between them. Being late and feeling cocky, I decided to ride between the gaps. Naturally, I had a pedal down too far, which caught hard on one of the blocks. The pedals are made of metal and are pretty tough, but the impact knocked my chain off the gear. Sigh. I had to walk the rest of the way to school, making me even later.
And that's, uh, all. So I guess I don't have a huge reason to be grumpy; it's just that the little things add up, y'know?
