Granted, there are only so many times a guy can hear about Posada's balky shoulder or Matsui's creaky knee before he goes insane, but at least it's been fun badmouthing other co-workers behind their backs. Plus, I suppose I can overlook the occasional Yankees monologue in light of the fact that Patrick actually offered to help us move later in the week. I assume he was being sarcastic, of course, but it was something.
In any case, I'm looking forward to resuming our co-commuter-ship tomorrow. I'm just hoping Patrick hasn't gotten re-acclimated to his lone-wolf status during my day off. Maybe I should bring an extra Frank Sinatra CD or something, just in case he starts getting uppity.
By PATRICK LEWIS, Senior Communications Specialist, Cartus Corp.
Today is the first day that I am without my all-wheel-drive security blanket.
After being late yesterday, I made a Herculean effort to be ready and out the door to arrive on time at the park-and-ride. And guess what? Trevor was late…eight minutes late, but who's counting. What's up with that?
I decided to take the high road and not mention his tardiness. I think my silence let him know how disappointed I was in him. Anyway, if I'm late, this carpooling thing is a perfect cover. Simple math says that I can double my excuses by just swapping out my name for the other driver and BAM! I have a ready made excuse. Other than Trevor playing a Weird Al Yankovic song, Dare to Be Stupid, (I'll assume that it wasn't a veiled insult aimed at me) and changing lanes like he was being tased, everything went swimmingly.
Just a quick note on aesthetics: I noticed that Trevor's ride has manual windows and door locks, which I thought went out with the Edsel. Panic set in when, right around lunchtime, I grabbed the keys to my sports buggy, and realized that I didn't drive today. I didn't really need my car, as much as I wanted my car. Whatever. With all the money I saved today, I'll splurge on an ice cream and watch everyone else happily drive their cars.
By TREVOR MACOMBER, Corporate Writer, Cartus Corp.
Well, I regained auto-autonomy today, and I have to say, carpooling is a far more palatable endeavor when you are literally in the driver's seat. To quote Mel Brooks, "It's good to be the king."
With the AC firmly in the off position, Patrick firmly in the passenger seat, and Weird Al firmly in the CD player, all was again right with the world. Of course, given the grimace on Patrick's face when he first entered the car, I'm not sure he necessarily felt the same way, but I assume such early morning moods are par for the course when you have kids. (Sticky little buggers, aren't they? How is it that their hands always seem to be covered in jam, even after getting out of the bath tub?)