Last week, I told you I was going to start rating my commutes by the cups of java consumed. You heard about the two-coffee commute. Today, we have the no-coffee commute.
Why was there no coffee? ‘Cause I was an idiot and didn’t make any on the way in, but I figured I’d get *good* coffee once I was in the vicinity of Dream Job. Anywho, I left the Bachelorette Pad at 6:52 a.m. (I still have makeup to apply — it ain’t pretty right now).) I hit my 32nd and final mile at — get this — 7:21 a.m. Yes, less than a half hour! w00t!
I could get used to such an easy-breezy commute, but yeah, 6:52 a.m. departure time? Don’t think so. I am too BITCHY in the mornings to pull this off for anyting but a special occasion. 🙂
Anyway, it took that exact same 29 minutes, however, to stand in line at Krispy Kreme to wait for one freaking glazed donut and a coffee (a motherfuckin’ LARGE). Dear keepers of the piping-hot, crack-like beverage we so desperately crave: Hand us coffee at the door. Seriously. You are lucky we don’t kill anyone before taking that first, glorious sip. 😉
OK, now I have to go function. Happy Friday!
On iTunes: k.d. lang, “Suddenly”