Rush out the door to pick up a sealed motorcycle battery and charge it in a hurry so I can ride the Yamaha to work and not have to contend with parking a block away 'cos of some client event? Or beg Tam for a lift to/from, or just grit my teeth and do the difficult thing like a grown-up?
(Plan D: ride my bicycle! But that would be teh suxxor if it rains, also calls for tripping through a bad neighborhood, "unarmed." So to speak. Plus if it's a tough day, it'd be a super tough ride home, uphillish all the way.)
But geesh, I hate the long walk from the temp lot. It's not that great an area, which is why Skunk Works Main Campus has a high, bobwired (as we say) security fence and cardreader gates with cryptic warnings. ("AVISO: SHOGGOTH IN USE!" "PORTAL MAY OPEN RANDOMLY. STAND CLEAR" "THAT WAS MY LUNCH, DARN YOU." Heck, it looked like axle grease to me.)...Which randomness reminds me, if the fast food industry only exists to tempt us with the sugar and fat we crave, how come my chilled mixture of brown sugar and butter has never taken off as a snack food? Heat it up, stir it up, cool and enjoy. Everything you long for and no annoying healthy extras! Oh, well. Maybe it needs lard.
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