My morning commute isn't as bad as people who have to take 93N. They’re backed up beyond the Route 3 split at Braintree. I usually take 93S and about 30 miles later I'm at work. That's about 60 miles a day...1,200 miles a month. JUST to get to work...and what’s worse is that these gas prices aren't helping either. I fill up...about $80 every 10 days...that roughly makes $240 a month. That’s $1 for every 5 miles; too much math for you? Now that I mention this...my life has come down to comparing everything to gas prices. Before I buy anything, I convert it into something that I like to call "Gas Miles". Express dress shirts are about 250 gas miles. Milk is about 20 gas miles. Burger King is about 50 gas miles if you King-size it. So now I hope people realize why I ask for "Student Discount" wherever I go. I will ALWAYS go the extra mile to get ANY discount... (That is about 0.20 cents ;) if you do the math)!
Lucky for me I've found a route that takes me the same amount of time (45 minutes) but a third of the distance. You read it right; I did say a third (which is about 10 miles each way for people who can’t do math). How is this possible you ask? I have three letters for you.....GPS!!!! Works wonders....I thank my fellow engineers for inventing the GPS. Good Job!
Back to commute. Driving through the back roads can be fun...but not when you're stuck behind a 90-year-old lady going 15mph who’s wearing glasses that are bigger than the Hubble Telescope....who ALSO has her right turn blinker on. That's DOUBLE the road rage. The city of Boston needs to start an "Elderly Bus" Service. Drop them off and pick them up whenever they please. Monthly payments for $49.99…24 hours a day, 7 days a week…except holidays cause that’s when you’re suppose sleep in…it could work. Yes I know what you’re thinking, “What about the T?”…I say forget the T...because even at the T you’re still waiting for them trying to find their Charlie Card in their ten foot “Bermuda triangle hand bag”, EVEN though they've had about 20 minutes to do that before the T even arrived. But...I'll give them some slack...because it's not only them...there are other people, tourists, and even young people, who still wait till the last minute to whip it out...(that's what she said). And don’t even get me started on how it feels when they find out they don’t have enough cash on the freaking Charlie Card. I mean come on....it's raining...I want to get on the freaking bus/train. The evil stare doesn't work either when I pass by them while taking my seat. Maybe a little Guajarati would freak them out.
This lady is starting to piss me off. I tried overtaking her but the cab driver next to her was driving just as slow. That’s another thing…why do people in the left lane and right lane drive the same speed. The left lane is for overtaking…not CRUISING! I hate cab drivers. I honked my horn and the cab driver flipped me off. I KNOW! Oh no he didn’t! It’s only fair that I respond to his birdie. What could I possible do to counter-attack his birdie? I could give him the double birdie. But, if I do that, then who will man the wheel… the driving Hubble Telescope could hit the brakes for no apparent reason…cause that’s what they all do…they randomly brake. They see a guy crossing the road a mile away and what do they do…BRAKE! No double birdie today. I look around in my car for a pen and paper to write him a little note and display it while I drive by him as I cut him off. I found the pen, but no paper. Oh wait; my baseball bat…awesome…a quick display of the baseball bat does wonders. He slows down and I’m home free. My baseball bat 1 – the rest of the world 0.
This is my typical morning commute. There is on upside to today’s commute…tomorrow is my day off. I won’t have to yell at the old lady again for driving slow. I won’t have to get mad at the City of Boston for not spending enough money to repave the roads. And I won’t have to use my ever so powerful baseball bat. Life is beautiful!
Question to ponder: What’s for Dinner?
Lucky for me I've found a route that takes me the same amount of time (45 minutes) but a third of the distance. You read it right; I did say a third (which is about 10 miles each way for people who can’t do math). How is this possible you ask? I have three letters for you.....GPS!!!! Works wonders....I thank my fellow engineers for inventing the GPS. Good Job!
Back to commute. Driving through the back roads can be fun...but not when you're stuck behind a 90-year-old lady going 15mph who’s wearing glasses that are bigger than the Hubble Telescope....who ALSO has her right turn blinker on. That's DOUBLE the road rage. The city of Boston needs to start an "Elderly Bus" Service. Drop them off and pick them up whenever they please. Monthly payments for $49.99…24 hours a day, 7 days a week…except holidays cause that’s when you’re suppose sleep in…it could work. Yes I know what you’re thinking, “What about the T?”…I say forget the T...because even at the T you’re still waiting for them trying to find their Charlie Card in their ten foot “Bermuda triangle hand bag”, EVEN though they've had about 20 minutes to do that before the T even arrived. But...I'll give them some slack...because it's not only them...there are other people, tourists, and even young people, who still wait till the last minute to whip it out...(that's what she said). And don’t even get me started on how it feels when they find out they don’t have enough cash on the freaking Charlie Card. I mean come on....it's raining...I want to get on the freaking bus/train. The evil stare doesn't work either when I pass by them while taking my seat. Maybe a little Guajarati would freak them out.
This lady is starting to piss me off. I tried overtaking her but the cab driver next to her was driving just as slow. That’s another thing…why do people in the left lane and right lane drive the same speed. The left lane is for overtaking…not CRUISING! I hate cab drivers. I honked my horn and the cab driver flipped me off. I KNOW! Oh no he didn’t! It’s only fair that I respond to his birdie. What could I possible do to counter-attack his birdie? I could give him the double birdie. But, if I do that, then who will man the wheel… the driving Hubble Telescope could hit the brakes for no apparent reason…cause that’s what they all do…they randomly brake. They see a guy crossing the road a mile away and what do they do…BRAKE! No double birdie today. I look around in my car for a pen and paper to write him a little note and display it while I drive by him as I cut him off. I found the pen, but no paper. Oh wait; my baseball bat…awesome…a quick display of the baseball bat does wonders. He slows down and I’m home free. My baseball bat 1 – the rest of the world 0.
This is my typical morning commute. There is on upside to today’s commute…tomorrow is my day off. I won’t have to yell at the old lady again for driving slow. I won’t have to get mad at the City of Boston for not spending enough money to repave the roads. And I won’t have to use my ever so powerful baseball bat. Life is beautiful!
Question to ponder: What’s for Dinner?
2 comments:
no more xanga???
heenamasi
no...no more xanga...i dnt remember any login details for that. But this one will be my up-to-date one.
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