Wednesday, February 15, 2012
I Should Really Thank Metro
His visit, of course, means driving, and especially riding the bus, was going to be a hassle. I made it on my first leg this evening, but when I got to my final stop, I sent a text the good folks at Metro (Metropolitan Not So Rapid Transit) inquiring as to when I could expect my final bus. Try 40 minutes, was the reply.
I couldn't believe it. Forty minutes? Just to begin the final leg of my journey home? A fellow traveller confirmed my finding - indeed, the bus was 40 minutes away.
So I decided to walk. That's right - I could be home in 40 minutes, or so I assumed. It was a straight shot up La Brea, some 10 blocks maybe. So I did it. Walked all the way home. Took 30 minutes. And never a bus in sight the whole time.
So thank you, Metro, for living down to my expectations, and inspiring me to do the right thing - exercise when I'm starving. I'm lying to myself right now and telling myself that everything I ate (veggie burger on whole wheat with mayo, pickle, mustard, tomato and onion) had a negative calorie intake because I walked home.