A headline in today's Rocky Mountain News:
Cheese More Than Just Topping For Pizza
What? Where? How? Why wasn't I called? I can--gasp--use cheese for more than just pizza? Sakes alive, next think you know, that jewel of a newspaper is going to be telling me that I can do more with eggs than throw them at people on my list of people to throw eggs at.
My bus driver is not on that list. I have a little kid crush on my bus driver. I got on the bus this morning and he said,
'hello stranger! long time no see!'
sigh.
Taking the bus to work in the morning is much more interesting than driving my car. I get to socialize, observe, relax with a book and a latte. I smile more when I ride the bus.
When I drive, I find myself glaring and swearing at whomever dares to get in my way: thirty-five minutes of slowpokes, morons and potholes. While sour and angry by the time I arrive at work, driving myself does offer ninety extra minutes of glorious morning sleep.
Therein lies the rub.
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