I hate to drive. There, I said it. I
can and I have, but as far as I am concerned driving is an evil necessity when
you live in Suburbia. I am lucky because hubby usually doesn’t mind being the
main driver in the family (besides I have a lousy sense of direction, thank
goodness for GPS), but that means I am relegated to his busy schedule.
I made plans to attend an event down
by my sister’s place and he isn’t available to take me. So I decided to be a
big girl and take care of my own transportation. I looked up the directions on
line and noticed the options… car or mass transit. Woo-hoo, maybe I wouldn’t
have to drive after all! (and I LOVE train rides)
Sweet daughter, after offering to go
out of her way and drive me all the way down there (an hour and a half!) just
to turn around to come home to tend to her own obligations, finally consented
to “go over” my transportation plans with me. She made me promise to call her
along the way if there were any problems.
We reviewed the train I get on and
where I make the transfer. LOL, not sounding much like a big girl yet (she
travels fearlessly wherever); I asked where I pay for my ticket and mentioned
the price I had seen. Not only was it convenient, it was actually economical.
She paused and then said, “Uh, mom,
are you interested in the senior discount, I mean do you mind?”
“There’s a senior discount?” I asked
wondering how much more appealing this trip could sound.
She gave me the price, about HALF of
what I thought it would be. Heck, I am not too vain, I am a proud card carrying
member of AARP. So I am taking my little round-trip, carrying an overnight bag,
and looking forward to the visit.
…finally acting like a big girl!
By the way, by the time this posts on
Monday, the event will have been yesterday: if you don’t hear from me this
week, I probably got lost…
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