Every day (okay, not every day…a mere 5 days out of the week), I commute to work. Like everything else in my life, it’s no simple affair. Let’s see how Steve’s getting to work adventure plays out…
Lib (aka “The Hawtness”) and the Boychild (aka “Beelzebub”) drop me off at the bus stop.
My bus. I asked them to add reptilian wings or a jet engine, but they said it “wasn’t in the budget”. Whatever.
The train station. Just like I describe it in “Something Black…”
The train. I worry on an almost daily basis that the inside WILL be just like I describe in “Something Black…”
Luxury seating. Surprisingly bereft of coffee spills, crumbs or annoying commuters.
The Bridge of Death. Or, just the ramp down from the station where I get off. “Bridge of Death” sounds better, I think.
The Gates to Hell…no, wait, that’s later. This is just a cleverly designed gate to keep people from riding their motorcycles onto the walking trail.
A place to stop and gaze into duck-infested waters.
Two roads diverged in a…ahem…never mind…
Behind one of the many Boeing offices. This sign always gives me pause.
On the back of a DHL office. I sincerely hope the other side of this door reads “NOT AN EXIT”.
Once I slip past Boeing security and tiptoe past DHL and play Live Action Frogger to get across Lind Ave, I reach the real Gates of Hell. (Otherwise known as the front doors to the office building where one can find my place of employment, Wizards of the Coast).
OH MY GOD THERE’S A DRAGON IN HERE!!!! IT’S GOING TO EAT ME!!!!
I’ve reached my destination with most of my limbs in tact. Now the real fun begins…
