I scooted in to work today. I was thoroughly sick and tired of making excuses – it’s still winter, the roads are wet, I truly love taking three forms of transit to work every morning, the forecast says there’s a 40% chance of 1mm of rain falling; I better be careful – so I very loudly said FUCK IT (scaring the cats in the process) and rode Oscar downtown to The Lab.

It was cold but glorious. The wettest part of my person is my ass; I forgot to bring a towel to mop up condensation and suffered wet unmentionables because of it. I’m also paranoid about my parking spot; I left Oscar next to two other scooters in a fake-but-known-to-be-used-by-scooters-24/7 spot the internet told me about. I can’t see the spot from my office, but I’m sure if went into the CEO’s office I could see – I may have to do that later. CEOs don’t mind that sort of thing, right?

I heart my scooter with all of my persons.