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Tuesday, April 15, 2003 The Pitch: It's like Waiting for Godot meets The Flinstones! I may have learned something about why my commute sucks. This morning, I cheerily walked down to the bus stop and waited for the 6:21 bus to show. By 6:38, I hopped a commuter express, fuming.I realize that all of my bitching about the 6:40 bus was predicated on the fact that it would either be on-time or very late--I'm starting to think that's because the 6:21 bus is either (roughly) on-time or entirely absent. And the 6:40's tardiness has to do with loading up twice as many passengers on some mornings as others. It could have been worse--it was a pleasant morning and I was quite enjoying Middlesex--but it was also kind of infuriating. Until I can figure out a way to get a dependable commute in, the whole getting up before dawn thing is basically a farce. And not the enjoyable, doors slamming and people leaping under beds kind, either. Grrr. posted by Jeff Lester | 8:32 AM | |
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