kasia in a nutshell

I commute to work every day (except for sickdays, of course *cough* *cough*) and it's about 30 miles one way. That's a long drive. It seems even longer when it spent driving down (..a long desert highway.. (bleah, wrong song)) a boring, uneventful route in central Connecticut. Quite possibly world's most boring drive.

Normally, I pretty much just space out, turn on some awful music (one of my friends calls it "your rave music", it's really not.. but okay) and happilly drown out the existence of anybody else while I roll down the road to get to the traffic lights that will lead me to work. I usually run the red light for a left turn at this point, since it's a useless wait and cops (hi officer) aren't normally present.

Today, for some bizzarre reason I was awake enough to pay attention to my surroundings while driving. No, really, I was. I am now frightened. I noticed something that has escaped me before.. I mean I did realize people these days prefer to buy the bigger cars.. you know.. SUVs, minivans, trucks, tanks, missile silos on wheels that kind of thing.. but this is frightening. My little mazda is apparently the smallest car left on roads today. At least in Connecticut. At least on highway 91 South between routes 9 and 68. At least in my closest vicinity.

As I was looking around me in panic all I could see where these huge vehicles, all seemingly set on attacking and devouring my little car. I could just picture their grilles filled with bearings rumbling "gas.. give me gas". It reminded me of that horrible movie based on a Stephen King story (aren't they all horrible when they're made for tv?). The one where vehicles rebel and attack their owners at a gas station. I don't recall the title.. but that's what it felt like all of a sudden, except instead of just the vehicles rebelling, it was the owners that drove them into a frightening highway commute squalor.

I'm scared to drive back home.