I had fifteen people telling me to move
I am such a wimp. I encounter one eensy teensy slowdown--not an actual jam, mind you, just a slowdown--on the way to work this morning, and I'm already off on my public transportation tangent.
It's just such utter crap. I mean, really. I could be reading a book, or napping, or something, and instead I'm sitting in my car, alone, bored, STUCK IN TRAFFIC, wasting resources, contributing to pollution, and leveling up my rage meter by the second. I WANT MY PUBLIC TRANSPORTATION AND I WANT IT NOW.
Ahem. Yeah, so, turns out there's a bus I could take that drops off half a block from my office. I may do that, except it will probably make This Guy shit canaries or something.
Since it was a bit random, I will give a dollar to the first person to make the connection between the title and this post.
1 comment:
Well, at first one would think that the title refers to everyone telling you that you need to move closer to work. HOwever, upon reflection, it was those 15 people behind you telling you to move your butt out of the way in traffic, like you could move anywhere at all.
PS. I loath I-495. "Long Live Dupont Circle"
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