Hurry Up and Wait

I was sitting under one of those roadside shelters waiting for the bus the other day, staring at some ambulance chasing lawyer when I realized how perfectly at ease I was with the world. Once I got acclimated to the whoosh of multi-ton steel projectiles whizzing by me, everything else just sort of slowed down. Then some 15 year old girl sat down next to me and told me how much she liked my "vintage" shirt, and asked where I got it. I made something up, since I didn't want to tell her I've been wearing this shirt since... well, a long time, and that's why it looks "vintage". Save your Pearl Jam T-shirts kids, those things are going to be special someday.

Wait, back to being at ease with the world. It took me a minute, but I think I realized why. I was sitting down on a beautiful day, waiting for the bus. I didn't have anything else to do. I wasn't in a hurry (when you have to take the bus, you don't have to think about what the best route to avoid traffic is). There was no road rage in my immediate future. I knew when I was going to get to work (10 minutes early, "oh no, boss, I just wanted to make sure I was on time..."). Seriously, the secret to happiness is taking the bus.

Of course next week I bet I miss it by 10 seconds and take back all of that.