I'm having second thoughts. Maybe driving wasn't so bad to me after all. We had our problems, but who doesn't? The promises King County Metro made me have deteriorated, and quickly. I fell for the sexy sheen of being a busy and capable woman-on-the-go commuter. There's nothing sexy about paranoid power walking. Or full on sprinting in a knot of ipod cords and umbrella strings leaving behind a trail of spilled coffee and self worth.

No one warned me I'd have to give up huge pieces of power in my everyday life. Can I control traffic, scheduling, or involuntary curse-chasing? No more than I can stop the dude who obviously vomited just prior to boarding from choosing to sit next to me. The determined speed walking is literally changing the shape of my leg muscles. I don't want to look like her! Okay, well maybe her. I just don't want to be called 'Thunder Thighs'. Again.

Lastly, the exposure to such a variety of people and characters is an exhausting emotional experience, especially first thing in the morning. Normally I'm content just hating, because there is a large number of women who use department store bags to transport their goods. No one believes you're actually coming from the Guess store. It's 8:00AM. Also, you have the same bag everyday and the bottom is falling out. And more importantly, Guess? But then some cute old lady with a classy jacket and sensible cap saunters on and calmly reads some book about Plate Tectonics, and I have to acknowledge the greatness of life. Ugh!

Speeding to Doom

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