Caffeine aforethought

RantWoman is keeping a few paralyzing neuroses briefly at bay, reading email from another neighbor with a long list of ways the latest bus schedule changes mess up people's lives. If RantWoman is a nice person, she will shortly excerpt that email in a separate post for the sake of documentation. RantWoman does not necessarily promise to be that nice especially since neighbor's comments may appear in a different venue anyway.

RantWoman instead is meditating about the problem of how to combine her necessary infusion of caffeine and transit schedules to arrive on Sundays at her house of worship in a timely way.

RantWoman certainly does have groupies with automobiles who could be asked for a ride. RantWoman is both a private sort and a sort who likes to engage with a variety of social circles as well as get in a quota of walking on top of RantWoman's caffeine habit.

Here is another quirk. RantWoman is a tall and large sort. RantWoman mostly has the kind of thrifty ecologically conscious friends who have sensible small cars. RantWoman does not always find small cars comfortable. Also, RantWoman is so used to riding around on buses, the biggest passenger vehicle on the road, that she sometimes finds passenger car level interactions with traffic sort of unnerving and even a little frightening. Suffice it say that actualy rides in cars are not a preferred option, especially with such a motherlode of opportunities to WHINE.

First RantWoman will again lament the demise of the 42. Previously the 42 was RantWoman's backup. Once or twice RantWoman missed the 48. Along came the 42 a few minutes later. Through the magic of Metro math, the 42 turned into the 26 which let RantWoman off a few blocks west of her destination. RantWoman would have to forego caffeine as penatly for tardiness but would arrive at her house of worship on time and with about the desired increment of exercise to boot.

Today RantWoman decided to try the Trip Planner.

Up popped the 48 routing, the early one RantWoman wants to be able to be too much of a slug to try to ride.

Next popped up a routing involving the Northbound 8 and catching one of the 70's in Allentown. RantWoman would have to buy coffee during the transfer and the selection of coffee-buying options there is not up to RantWoman's standards.

Next RantWoman thought, well what about the southbound 8, a stop at the Starbucks near the Mount Baker station, train downtown and a 70-something from downtown. RantWoman's first try with the trip planner did not give her this option at all; RantWoman had to think of a sort of diabolical alternative starting point to get her the info she was thinking about.

Basically, everything RantWoman tried boiled down to leaving home earlier, engaging in a number of different transit route related contortions in pursuit of caffeine and exercise and then still risking late arrival. The simplest option is just to leave home 15 minutes earlier on Sundays, ride the 48, get a latte and then proceed to her house of worship. RantWoman supposes she can probably COPE, but boy does she feel entitled to whine about it first.