Another relatively uneventful morning in the car. It’s hard to find good car-commuting stories because everyone’s hidden in their separate vehicles. Last week I was stopped behind a vehicle with the personalized plate LVGRT. I first read it as Live Great but then decided it was probably Living Right. It was a Mercedes SUV, so the driver must have been doing something “right.”
This morning I walked with R. to his bus stop. It’s about 3/4 of a mile. The bus has a stop before making a left turn, drives a block, then turns right and has a stop. The other week a driver stopped along that middle block at a stop and picked R up. He tried it again this morning, but, apparently, it’s not technically a stop for that route and this driver kept going. R. started running towards the next stop. I turned around and started walking home, but we checked in by phone and he had made it. This morning I admit it was my fault he was late because he was waiting for me to walk with him. I will only admit to this morning, however.
On the way home from work, I saw three* Audis in about two minutes. And I was not driving past an Audi dealership.
*It’s possible it was two and I saw one of them twice, but I can’t figure out how the Audi that passed me on the highway would have then ended up behind me after I took my exit without some really fancy driving.
I’m still not riding the bus but thought I’d try out general transit stories and see how that goes.
– Yesterday morning R. called me from the bus — he had been running down the sidewalk on Delmar towards the bus stop when the woman he was approaching stopped, turned, and “put her dukes up.” I guess the idea is someone running down the sidewalk this early is up to no good, he told me. This morning he tried out his new Razor-type scooter to get to the stop faster. Still missed the bus he planned on taking, but it was a fun ride, he says.
– One of the benefits of working in and driving to the county is I was able to stop at Trader Joe’s on the way home from work yesterday. In Louisville, the TJs was out in the ‘burbs and I never went out that way. This one is also in the ‘burbs but it was on the way home if I took I-64 (i.e. “40”.) Much nicer than the Sad Kroger but surprisingly crowded for 3 o’clock on a weekday.
– A couple weeks ago, I posted this on Facebook: On my drive to work, I take an exit ramp with a yield sign — approaching traffic is coming over a hill and has the option to use my merge lane to take their own ramp. Many people stop at the Yield sign, including the car in front of me this morning (and me), but one of the cars behind us didn’t like that and honked. Even though there was no place to merge. Too bad you’re late for work at Monsanto (both of the possible cars turned into that campus), but deal with it. I thought people were nicer in the Midwest?
This morning, there was an accident at that ramp. Two cars, two drivers waiting for the police. I should point out that the speed limit on the road to merge onto is only 40 mph. I have also decided Missouri drivers are mean. And I used to live in the DC area.
– I have yet to ride the bus here yet, but I plan on taking it downtown Friday to get the paperwork I need to register my car. I decided it’s cheaper to take the bus than pay for parking. Even though I just moved here, I have to get a form that says I don’t owe property taxes here. You have to pick it up in person and the office is only open Monday-Friday.
– Yesterday afternoon I walked to the YMCA to meet R. when he finished work. On the way I passed two men sharing a large can of beer in a paper bag. One of them said, “Hey baby,” as I passed, and I could smell the beer even from a few feet away. I have this instinct to say hello back, even when I’m being called baby by a man drinking beer on the sidewalk at 4:30 in the afternoon. Over the weekend we went for a walk, and a man asked R. for a quarter and then asked if I had a sister for him. I have 3 sisters — anyone interested?
– On our walk home, there was a car slowing down at a red light and making strange noises. The intersection was clear and the car drove through the light. I laughed and pointed it out to R. He noticed the car had its flashers on. Maybe if they stop, the car won’t re-start — it did sound weird, I said. Maybe they’re taking it to the shop. R. said, That’s a nice story.