Today was another rainy commute, and I managed to set another record for myself. It took me three (3) hours to travel fifty-five miles. Three. There were no accidents. There were no road blockages. The roads that I travelled were major highways (80 and 280). It was a typical Tuesday morning commute except that it was raining, and that it took me three hours.
I know, I bitch and moan about this trip all the time, but I had to mention the new record.
In fact, this didn't need to happen at all. I can claim full responsibility for it. I set out to take the bus this morning, and as I reached the BART station, I dug into my wallet for my BART ticket and my bus ticket, and I couldn't find my bus ticket. So, rather than going through the turnstiles and having to leave again (incurring a $3.80 charge), I stopped, got on the floor and started routing through my bag looking for the missing bus ticket. Without that bus ticket, I couldn't get on the bus, duh. Let me tell you, I'm glad I did this before I got on the train because if I had, I would have called in sick...with disgust. Go all the way to Union City with no bus ticket and no cash to board the bus, get back on BART to Rockridge and then get in my car to drive to work? No. So, I got in my car and drove. For three hours.
That's alls I got to say.
