A list of things I (sincerely) like about my morning commute:
*The graffiti on MLK
*The lady using eye drops at the red light
*The lady in the lane next to me laughing uproariously into her cell phone
*The 3-5 songs that squeeze into my 15-20 minute drive (for the longest time I made sure Quasi’s “Happy Prole” was one of them)
*NPR (for the mornings I just can’t pick a tape)
*Returning phone calls on the drive home. Unsafe but efficient
*Driving over the Freemont Bridge- it’s so dignified
*Since I essentially have a reverse commute I am able to whiz by all the dudes stuck in the Beaverton exit lane. Suckers!
*The cool morning air rushing in my windows and waking me up
*The hot afternoon air drying the sweat on the left side of my body
*The fact that even with cell phone and radio and tapes and bad drivers to distract me, I still manage to have about 40 minutes by myself every day. The rest of my life is so hectic right now, I actually find respite in my drive time.
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spoken like a true optimist…
I love how capable we sometimes are to find a silver lining in just about everything.
I consider myself an optimist myself, but no one really likes traffic. Yes, it gives you time to think and yes you can listen to NPR and audio tapes and all that stuff; but eventually, it just gets tiring. I hate to be negative here, but that’s the one thing that I really dread about work…the commute. If you can find someone to carpool with, though…I guess I can see how that can be fun.
I feel you, Sonny. The good thing about my commute is that I move in the opposite direction of the traffic both ways. The oncoming lanes may be moving at 10mph, but I cruise by at 60. Ocassionally I’ll time it wrong and be stuck on a freeway bridge in 85 degree heat and just hate my life. But usually it’s pretty pleasant.
I carpool sometimes, and the shit-talk time is awesome. Shit talking other drivers, people on campus, politicians, whatever. Carpool time is gossip time.