I threw some food at Scout, tossed my work clothes, my make up and my curling iron into a sac and jumped into my jetta. Armed with seat heaters and working windshield wipers, I headed into battle! My wheels spun slightly as I shifted into a lower gear praying the light at the top of the hill would still be green when I got there. Taking my chances at blasting through a yellow light would almost be better than stopping halfway up the hill and trying to get started again when the light changed back. My car crawled up the next hill behind a long row of red tail lights. Between the seat heater, my long johns and my stress level, my ass was beginning to sweat and I congratulated myself on having the good forethought to have packed vanilla scented lotion in the sac that held the clothes I planned to change into once making it to work. I strategically weaved through traffic avoiding cars sliding sideways and backwards, avoiding vehicles traveling too slow and holding my own while being passed by those traveling too fast.
I made it to school safe and sound, but it took my double my drive time! I snuck into the staff bathroom where I put on my face, smoothed the wrinkles out of my slacks and tried to do something with my greasy, tuque flattened hair. I sighed as I headed to my classroom. If bad hair was the only price I had to pay for being a commuter today, then I gladly accept the bill, I know there were several out there who paid a much higher price!