Commuter, Bahama Come on Pretty Mama

I'm trying to put together a big blog about the characters from my work, but I couldn't help but post my random thought of the day...

I really enjoy a commute to and from work, with one gigantic "if"...If there is no (or very little) traffic on the roads to the job. So many people have to face hours of traveling time stuck in bumper-to-bumper madness while they're trying to put bread on the table. It can be such a major factor in weighing different employment opportunities. For instance, my brief run working at a car dealership taught me 2 things. One is that I don't ever want a job hustling cars and two is that I'd rather be selling myself on the streets of Philly than automobiles in a place that would necessitate using the Schuylkill Expressway. Luckily that's not the case now, and I travel traffic free on I-95 to and from Elwyn, the radio accompanying me throughout. Oh, and don't get me wrong, the best commute is one that could be made comfortably on foot, or one that wouldn't require any travel at all. But I can still enjoy a ride as long as I'm not doing school zone speed limits the duration of the trip.

Also, I could never carpool. At least not with a morning person. I suppose if someone were as yawny and grumpy as me I wouldn't mind it. But I would rather walk to Media every day than be in the same confined space as a Chatty Kathy when I'm trying to survive an early morning. I appreciate morning people when they are either A, on my talk radio station while I'm driving or B, handing me my Dunkin Donuts as I attempt to fuel my empty human tank. Don't get me wrong, I can appreciate a morning here and there, but the frequency with which I can enjoy a winter morning is exponentially less than one in the spring or summer.

Oh Spring, please come soon...