Barb’s Burblings

I meant to take the bus this morning. I had already driven to work three times this week (though I only had to pay twice, since yesterday I went downtown after work and so didn’t have to pay) and am trying to watch my spending. The bus is supposed to come around 8:08; it usually ranges anytime between then and 8:15–which is crazy, because I’m, like, the third stop on this route. And if there’s a traffic jam that would impede the bus’s progress, I’d be able to see it.

So I left my apartment at 8:05, dropped off my trash and recycling, and went to the bus stop. Now, even while going to the dumpster, I can still see whether the bus goes by. And it didn’t. So I’m standing outside. In the 20 degree weather. And the wind. And I stand. And I stand.

8:15 comes and I say, “Screw it” and drive to work.

Now, there are times when I can get behind the bus being a bit early. But today is not a day when someone is going to get to the bus stop early. Who wants to stand in the windy, 20-degree weather longer than they absolutely need to? (Not me, I’ll tell you that. It took me like 3 hours to warm up from those 10 minutes of standing outside.)

Not a happy way to begin the day. Well, except that I did get to drive to work in my warm car. That was a bonus. But still, Ride On, you owe me $6.75.