A couple of weeks ago, I asked readers for six-word stories of their commutes. Fuel prices are rising and more are taking public transportation, so I expected to get mini dramas of packed subway cars, missed commuter trains, and lurching buses.
Instead, I received tales by telecommuters and a bi-coastal jet-setter—opposite ends of the commuting spectrum. They are:
One mile to Starbucks, then home. — Lily
Foot floor clothing coffee hallway laptop. — Cathryn Hrudicka, Chief Imagination Officer, Creative Sage™
Was an hour. Now ten feet. — Steve Woodruff
Sometimes LA. Sometimes Boston. That's it. — Ann Handley
Thank you to everyone who submitted one! And if any straphangers out there would still like to play, drop a comment and I'll add you to this list.
UPDATE: I received a slew of additional six-word commuting tales today. Many thanks to all! They are:
-- "Twenty years? Twenty minutes? I forget."
-- "Could canoe to work. Or not." And its companion piece, "Going home all upstream. Bad idea."
-- "Jerk on bumper. Flash brakes? Ahhh." And its companion piece, "Must drive faster! Brake lights? AHHH!" — All written by JohnH60
Used to straphang. But it sucked! — Ann Handley
My commute: Coffee, couch, baby, boob. — Rachel Levy
Books and buses, grad school salvation. — Laura