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DEL.ICIO.USThe 6-mile walk back home
The Atlanta Journal-Constitution
One small problem walking to work on Thursday - the six-mile return trip in the evening. By that time, I was tired and facing a less forgiving deadline. I could afford to stroll into work 30 minutes late in the morning, but I had to be on time for my babysitter.
So, while the morning trek was pleasant and unhurried and I could sightsee and sip a tasty Mocha Freeze, the homebound journey was frantic and punishing.
I must have looked pained because I had two different guys call out some version of that annoying “How bad can it be - let me see a smile” remark.
I was tempted to say, “Oh, it’s bad. Real bad. My house is in foreclosure. My grandmother died and my children like Abba.”
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By Becca
November 11, 2005 01:20 PM | Link to this
The way back is always harder than the way thee. Walk, ride, or drive. Sorry for your pain. Did you make it on time for the babysitter?
By Mad As Zell
November 11, 2005 09:18 PM | Link to this
Six-mile walk home my a**. I’m not going six-miles anywhere, except in a ride with a hot set of wheels, a custom paint job and no less than eight cylinders up under the hood.