Competitive Carsharing

I had the great fortune over the last few weeks of requiring the use of a car more often than usual.  What I find amusing about this is coming to the realization that I do not own the car.

I know that may seem like one of the most ridiculous realizations to have several months after selling my own car and starting to use a carshare — yes, an emphasis is on the share.  However, it did not fully set home until I found myself annoyed with another driver who is obviously much taller than me and seems to use the carshare as much as I do.

Over the weekend I got into the car and for the millionth time I could not reach the pedals.  I thought “some people are so rude moving my seat around all the time.”  Granted, I was having a bit of a bad day and already annoyed with the world.  Luckily, I came to my senses rather quickly after having that thought flit through my brain.  It’s not my car.  That’s the whole point.

My final realization was much more amusing.  “I don’t push the seat back when I’m done driving.”  Sorry, tall driver.  I will try to remember to scoot the seat back just a little next time.  And, by the way, you left your flip flops in the back.

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I think I'm forgetting something…

It’s the Friday before a long weekend.  I, like many other hard-working members of society, made an executive decision to work from home today.  It seemed like the perfect plan.  I woke up early, took the pup for a walk, had a cup of coffee and chatted with my roommate for a bit, and then sat down to do a little work. 

But I had this weird feeling.  I’m forgetting something.  I went through the list of things I do in the morning.  Shower?  Check.  Brushed my teeth?  Check.  Fed the dog?  Check.  No matter how hard I thought, for the life of me I could not figure out what I was forgetting.

It was at 8:43 a.m. when my memory returned.  Slowly I started to think about how hungry I was.  I began rummaging through the fridge and cabinets in the kitchen.  Then the following thoughts struck me in succession.

1) If I had gone into work today, there would be breakfast because every Friday someone brings in breakfast for the office. . .

2) I wonder who is bringing breakfast today. . .

3) *@#%*&@$#(!@)(^!&*(@!!!

That’s right.  By 8:45 a.m. I finished my time/how much do I have to carry analysis and decided I needed a car.  By 8:52 a.m. I threw on torn up jeans and the t-shirt I wore last night.  By 8:57 a.m. I had the carshare reserved.  By 9:02 a.m. I was out the door and off to the grocery store.  By 9:33 a.m. my office had an assortment of pastries and fruit to choose from for their morning sustenance.

To relay this back to a New York versus Los Angeles debate, I wish we had more bodegas within walking distance of my apartment and cabs within hailing distance to take me to my office when I’m carrying a crazy load of food and a jug of milk.  All that aside, I say 45 minutes between realizing my memory is bad to walking into the office door with an armload of goodies, though I was a bit disheveled, is not so bad.

I think I’m forgetting something…

It’s the Friday before a long weekend.  I, like many other hard-working members of society, made an executive decision to work from home today.  It seemed like the perfect plan.  I woke up early, took the pup for a walk, had a cup of coffee and chatted with my roommate for a bit, and then sat down to do a little work. 

But I had this weird feeling.  I’m forgetting something.  I went through the list of things I do in the morning.  Shower?  Check.  Brushed my teeth?  Check.  Fed the dog?  Check.  No matter how hard I thought, for the life of me I could not figure out what I was forgetting.

It was at 8:43 a.m. when my memory returned.  Slowly I started to think about how hungry I was.  I began rummaging through the fridge and cabinets in the kitchen.  Then the following thoughts struck me in succession.

1) If I had gone into work today, there would be breakfast because every Friday someone brings in breakfast for the office. . .

2) I wonder who is bringing breakfast today. . .

3) *@#%*&@$#(!@)(^!&*(@!!!

That’s right.  By 8:45 a.m. I finished my time/how much do I have to carry analysis and decided I needed a car.  By 8:52 a.m. I threw on torn up jeans and the t-shirt I wore last night.  By 8:57 a.m. I had the carshare reserved.  By 9:02 a.m. I was out the door and off to the grocery store.  By 9:33 a.m. my office had an assortment of pastries and fruit to choose from for their morning sustenance.

To relay this back to a New York versus Los Angeles debate, I wish we had more bodegas within walking distance of my apartment and cabs within hailing distance to take me to my office when I’m carrying a crazy load of food and a jug of milk.  All that aside, I say 45 minutes between realizing my memory is bad to walking into the office door with an armload of goodies, though I was a bit disheveled, is not so bad.