Lost Bus Pass...

I lost my bus pass... Yesterday I still didn't have to pay. I just told the driver I couldn't find it. Today she wasn't too happy when I tried the same line.
I don't have a car! I work in Tukwila! My company doesn't help with bus passes! You do the math. Oh, and after you do the math could you send me a new bus pass. Thanks.

Cheap Parking in Seattle!

Looking for cheap parking and apocalyptic prophesy? Well, I have just the lot for you! On 9th and Cherry there is a beautiful old house. On the porch there is a hand painted sign advertising parking for $5 on weekdays and $10 dollars on weekends. A sweet older man with a charming Irish accent will let you know where on his wee little lawn you can park your car. Stick around long enough and he'll also tell you how we are all going to burn in 2011.

Hey, cheap parking is cheap parking.

Thoughts on Seattle Metro Buses

I don't have a car. So I carry on a love/hate relationship with the Seattle bus system. I like having the extra time to read, or people watch. And I love the bus tunnel. I love that I don't have to stand out in the cold and rain waiting. I do, however, wish there were newspaper vendors down in the tunnel.
I hate when I sprint for a bus only to have the driver slam the door in my face. I hate when people harbor a seat for their purse/briefcase when people are left standing in the aisle. I also don't care to hear one more inane cell phone conversation. Or smell one more sneaky morning fart.
But last night, after treking over to the Seattle School of Visual Concepts to pick up some posters, I sprinted to catch the 3 back to First Hill. I missed it! But I was redeemed by the number 2 bus. Who pulled over even though there wasn't a stop and let me ride to catch up with the 3. I savor small victories, my friends. If you ride the bus you know exactly what I mean.