In case you haven’t heard, I have to drive a long way to work every day. I might have mentioned it.
Yes, I could ride the bus….but I’d have to leave home earlier, only to return later than if I drove.
Yes, I could take the train or the Metro…..but I’d still have to drive in traffic to the stations, where I’d have to leave my car in a dark, spooky parking lot.
No, I do not listen to books on tape.
I choose to drive the 40-something miles that usually take me 60-something minutes every day because I have a free parking space on Capitol Hill, and I talk to my mom (hands-free!) on the phone during my commute.
Yes, I talk to my mother every day. Twice a day. For an hour.
We talk about -among other things - the weather, what we’re cooking for dinner, what we just saw on The TODAY Show, and sometimes even about politics…but that usually doesn’t end well.
Yesterday morning, I dashed out of my house, late as usual, and I left behind my commuting lifeline – my phone! I didn’t get to start my work day by calling my mom to say, Wake up! I didn’t get to end my work day by calling Mr. W to say, I’m on my way, take the chicken from the freezer, please.
Instead, I punched the scan button on the radio 2,342,342,342 times. I blogged in my head. It was boring. It wasn’t the same. I missed my calls.
Who do you call every single day?