move bitch. get out the way.

commuting is difficult. it's inevitable. shove millions of people into small spaces (well, seemingly small, as subway cars and highways aren't necessarily tiny, but are so once filled to capacity) and you're obviously going to run into issues. humans weren't meant to be so close together. didnt our ancestors live with acres of land between them? horses weren't built to carry more than one or two cowpokes to work on the ranch.

anyhoo, i dont need to gripe about commuting - you all know what i'm talking about. as a matter of fact, on two separate occasions recently, i had two friends tell me they were thinking of writing a book about their getting to work adventures, as they both have so many of them. (if their plans do in fact pan out, i think i'll suggest that they collaborate, as i can't imagine two commuting memoirs being necessary. ooh, i said memoir. sic oprah on me!!).

so the past two mornings i've gone to work earlier than usual (well, i guess today was what some people would consider "on time"), and discovered something interesting about the batch of earlier early morning commuters. they suck. they're completely spastic. and i am now left to wonder - is it because they don't have as much sleep as the later commuters? do they subconciously know that they're spazzes and therefore automatically leave the house a little earlier than others? or are they actually aware of their walking/standing still incompetance and know that they need to leave an excessive amount of time to get to work? i will be pondering this new found discovery for the remainder of the day.

and as it just occured to me, but i'm sure you dear readers have noticed, we tend to christen our posts with song lyrics or titles. we're really into music over here. just don't ask us to sing for you. we can harmonize together, but it ends up somewhere in the realm of that pound puppy christmas record that missy was so (unfortunately) fond of.