I had to attend a meeting outside the city today, so no train time. I was driving down the road ... latte in cup holder, NPR on the radio, no stretched out male smushing up against me, chatting to me happily out loud ... and I thought to myself:
"Self, I remember this fondly. Hmmmm, maybe we miss this aspect of life."
It all came back to me on the commute home. I offered to drive a fellow meeting participant back into the city and drop him off at South Station. I was going that way, I argued to myself. Why not? After all, it's exactly 7.7 miles from this T-stop to my front door.
It took me 30 minutes to get from the meeting to the station (15 miles), and then ANOTHER 1 hour and 15 minutes to get home after I pushed him out the passenger door. I will take the train, with its lack of cup holders and abundance of slightly sweaty weirdos in exchange for forward momentum.
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