So my co-worker Heather rolls in the parking garage the other day, blasting something that sounded like either hip-hop or Mexican pop. I joked about it with her over morning coffee: “What were you pimping full-volume on the way to work today?”
She laughed and said that it was actually a book on CD that she had gotten from the library recently. Heather’s commute to work is a hellish 90-minutes to 2 hours from Valenica to LA, depending on traffic, so it wouldn’t have been a surprise if she had a full library of audiobooks in her backseat. So now the joke was on me—where and how did I even detect a pumping beat? I guess she had drove in so fast that all I heard was a bleep.
Anyway, for long commutes—which are so unfortunately dull and passive, I’m starting to realize—pick up a an audiobook for cheap and get hours of storytelling companionship. Something light, preferably, worthy of some silent chuckles between stop-and-go, bleary eyed morning traffic. Something like the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants by Ann Brashares on CD, à la Heather, to keep you company on full-blast during those bumper to bumper hours on the 405.
Which would be nice right now on my 5-hour plane ride to JFK. Unfortunately, I do not have any sort of brain-stimulating entertainment in my carry-on, not to mention a fully-charged iPod, even. This has not been the smoothest of trips so far, Tiff. Pray for me that it gets better from here. I miss you.
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