Living only a mere five minute car ride from my company is a luxury. I realize that now. Not that this information has revealed itself just now it is just that you get too comfortable and you take it for granted.
When I lived in Dublin I preferred a 55min walk to the office over public transport because it was expensive, unreliable and I hated being squished into whatever form of transport I chose. Then I moved and the walk reduced itself to 35 minutes which wasn’t too bad. That went on for about three years until I fell in love with the wonderful guy that would later become my husband. When we moved in together we still lived in Dublin and the commute took a mere two hours every morning – using public transport only. Can you say insane?
Anyway here in England I was suddenly reminded what it is like to wait at the busstop in the morning. Waiting in an orderly but seemingly endless line of people in a foul mood. A line that dissolves into a pushing and pulling mob trying to scramble on board the bus the moment it approaches the stop. People turn into monsters, it is scary but they don’t care as long as they get on the bus and they would sell their mom to get a seat and not be left standing during the ride. And the drivers, what is wrong with them?
The bus is packed and people are left standing in the aisle as we’re creeping through rush hour but the the few yards we can move the driver speeds up only to hit the breaks with full force, sending people and bags flying all over the place. This morning I was so lucky to get a window seat. I wish I didn’t as I bumped my head on said window. Bloody driver.
Also the bodily hygiene of some people leaves a lot to desire. Are there no toothbrushes in all of Britain or just not in your household? Don’t you have a bathroom or were you just in a hurry though judging by the look of your clothes I would say you’re a lazy bastard! If you could heave yourself out of bed just half an hour earlier you may even have time for the most basic things like showering and brushing your teeth. Geeeez it really isn’t that hard. I am not too keen on the daily olfactory abuse.
I really didn’t miss any of this. “Schnuck” (an abbreviation for ‘schnuckelig’ which means cute in German)- momma is coming home soon. Did I ever actually post a picture of my lovely "new" car?