coffee and driving
Aug. 14th, 2005 12:45 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kittenscribble12:43am, K says suddenly: "Did you have caffeine?"
"Yes... why?"
"Because you haven't complained about not going to bed yet... it took me long enough."
I had a lovely dinner-and-coffee (and more coffee) with Hemingway fils. (He's going away! I'm going to miss him.) Anyway he's one of those carless types, relatively free of gas price worries. When I complained about rising prices, he says, "well, you could drive slower..."
I blew him off, but on my way home I found myself thinking about it. Work is half an hour from home, mostly highway, and I tend to drive maybe fifteen or twenty miles faster than the speed limit... so for the heck of it, I kept myself down to five or ten miles above on my way home. It was a bit annoying, but at least I didn't need to watch out for cops. And I could turn the volume down on the radio. I just hate getting passed by everybody.
(I'll try it for a week. If it's a substantial price savings, then maybe. Maybe.)
During the writing of this entry, I've been killing flies in K's place. I've gotten at least eight or ten of them already, and K's gotten two or three. They must have hatched out of something... there's no way this many could have gotten in, all at once. At any rate, it's time for bed... I'm more than willing to continue the hunt, but that may be the coffee talking. Mmm, fuel.
"Yes... why?"
"Because you haven't complained about not going to bed yet... it took me long enough."
I had a lovely dinner-and-coffee (and more coffee) with Hemingway fils. (He's going away! I'm going to miss him.) Anyway he's one of those carless types, relatively free of gas price worries. When I complained about rising prices, he says, "well, you could drive slower..."
I blew him off, but on my way home I found myself thinking about it. Work is half an hour from home, mostly highway, and I tend to drive maybe fifteen or twenty miles faster than the speed limit... so for the heck of it, I kept myself down to five or ten miles above on my way home. It was a bit annoying, but at least I didn't need to watch out for cops. And I could turn the volume down on the radio. I just hate getting passed by everybody.
(I'll try it for a week. If it's a substantial price savings, then maybe. Maybe.)
During the writing of this entry, I've been killing flies in K's place. I've gotten at least eight or ten of them already, and K's gotten two or three. They must have hatched out of something... there's no way this many could have gotten in, all at once. At any rate, it's time for bed... I'm more than willing to continue the hunt, but that may be the coffee talking. Mmm, fuel.
