Say, Do You Remember When I Lost All My Hair 'Cause Lar' Gave Me That Nair Shampoo
Sigh. I really want to do the right thing, and take care of my car. Really, I do. But do you know what entails? Driving. Specifically, driving outside of my comfort zone. (Not that I really have a comfort zone outside of the Adirondacks.)
Everyone here at work has recommended one autobody guy around here, who does all of the work on the company cars (and quite a bit of work on the employee's personal cars as well.) My work is only six miles away from where I live, and takes about 15 minutes to drive to, depending on traffic. (Which is why it taking an hour and a half to reach by public transportation is all the more maddening, but what are you going to do? Short of, you know, getting my license and a car. Only I'm carpooling these days.) It's not that far, but no matter which way I go, I'd have to get on the Long Island Expressway at some point, and...expressways are scary. Especially at and around rush hour. NANA, who I carpool with, even offered to meet me with her car where she normally picks me up in the morning, so I could just follow her to work in my car, which would save me from having to pay attention to directions and let me focus on just getting there in one piece.
Logic and a desire to be a real adult human being dictate that this is the wisest course of action to follow, but...I don't know. I'm not really comfortable with it. No...let's be honest. I'm not at all comfortable with it. But is this this kind of thing I should push myself to overcome? Or is this one of those times I should listen to my hunches?
Everyone here at work has recommended one autobody guy around here, who does all of the work on the company cars (and quite a bit of work on the employee's personal cars as well.) My work is only six miles away from where I live, and takes about 15 minutes to drive to, depending on traffic. (Which is why it taking an hour and a half to reach by public transportation is all the more maddening, but what are you going to do? Short of, you know, getting my license and a car. Only I'm carpooling these days.) It's not that far, but no matter which way I go, I'd have to get on the Long Island Expressway at some point, and...expressways are scary. Especially at and around rush hour. NANA, who I carpool with, even offered to meet me with her car where she normally picks me up in the morning, so I could just follow her to work in my car, which would save me from having to pay attention to directions and let me focus on just getting there in one piece.
Logic and a desire to be a real adult human being dictate that this is the wisest course of action to follow, but...I don't know. I'm not really comfortable with it. No...let's be honest. I'm not at all comfortable with it. But is this this kind of thing I should push myself to overcome? Or is this one of those times I should listen to my hunches?