Commuting

I hate my commute. It's short but takes forever. My butt hurts from sitting in the car too long and I miss being able to do such a long commute on the train, where I lose myself in a book. But this morning while en route, accidentally spilling latte on my console and nearly being sideswiped by a driver for whom 70 wasn't fast enough, I kept this in mind:

I've had some terrible commutes, but so far the road has never collapsed beneath me, causing me to plunge, trapped in my car, into the rapidly moving waters of the Mississippi River and then, assuming I didn't die, swim to safety. Yes, I thought, sucking in a terrified breath with my heart in my throat as someone behind me veeeeery nearly rear-ended me, I'll take latte on the console over that.