Long Commutes are for Crazies.

I, for one, vow NEVER to touch any of my 4 car tires to route 128 ever again. 

It all started today at 3ish. I got into my mom's vehicle (also in the process of moving and some things need to be transported to 59 Plateau Road...THAT won't happen in my cute little Honda Accord). The day was goin' great, the weather was beautiful...okay I lied, it was gross but it just made sense to write it there....Forty minutes later I arrived at my destination in Waltham, for my outside tutorial with a lovely Landmarkian student.

Lessons were taught, lesson were learned, a young child moved mountains, she'll probably be president or something because of her summer tutor, okay fine. 

Then I got into my car. It was 5:05. I organized a "mid-week run" with some of my mentees, which would start in an hour and a half, in Beverly. LOTS of time, right? Right. So I pumped up my iPod jams and stuck a piece o' Orbit in my mouth. I was ready to go. And then I saw it. About a mile away from 128. Cars. And cars. And more cars. So I got in it. And continued on my journey, surrounded by cars, for 2 hours. Until I became hungry, antsy, my left knee hurt from pushing in the clutch 1,346 times AT LEAST, and it just made sense to spend the next little bit somewhere other than in bumper to bumper traffic.

I mean, people do this EVERY SINGLE DAY. Well maybe not weekends but that doesn't make it okay. HOW do they do that? About 20 minutes in I wanted to curl up in a ball and cry for the rest of my life. Instead, I stopped EIGHT exits away from my departure exit (reminder: this is 2 hours later) and stopped into 2 places. First, to CVS to buy a People magazine covered in gossip about Jon and Kate's divorce (so so sad, ugh) and a Peppermint Patty ('cuz I felt sorry for myself), then to Panera for a lovely sandwich. So there I was, sitting in a booth by myself, eating a sandwich and reading about Kate Gosselin. All this to avoid traffic. When what else could I have doing!? EVERYTHING. I have so much to do. So what about these commuters? They have families and houses to maintain and things to do. How do they do it? Nannies and housekeepers. Oh yyeaaaahhhhh...

Well, so anyway...I left at 3, got back from my long long journey at 8:15. Never again. Never ever again.

Oh yeah, and I'll be honest. I charge this lady $65 and she gave me $80 today because I "drove in the rain". I thought, "awesome!" Now? I should charge $800. Then I'll think about it.