Is Saving Not Sexy?
Most people know of my enjoyment for saving money and going Metro. But I was ecstatic when I combined the two even further. Since moving, I lost the use of Metro trains but I found a new bus commute. Using two buses, I can get to work for $1.75, one way. The estimated driving cost is $5.11, a whopping 66% off. I’ve ridden the bus a few times and was happy as a clam.
It Doesn’t Hurt To Ask
Then it dawned on me, “Hey can’t I get a transfer?” The other day I asked my driver and he said it would cost fifty cents. I said “No thanks.” and proceeded to walk to the back because I was expecting it to be free. The driver thought I was nuts and explained, you buy the transfer from me for fifty cents and you can use it on your second bus. I was a little slow that day. Really?!?! I snatched it up. For some reason, I was a little skeptical. The Metro website clearly states $1.75 for my one way. Wouldn’t the Metro website tell me or include transfers?
“This is What Excites My Friend”
While waiting for my connecting bus, I was beaming. I passed the time by catching up with an old friend. I was bubbling over so that was the first topic of conversation. My friend joked, “This is what excites my friend.” He runs his own company and frequently made trips to far off exotic locations like Malaysia and China. I chuckled and thought to myself, “Is saving not sexy?”
I hopped on my second bus and nervously gave my transfer. The driver took a look at it, punched his computer, and let me on. I found my seat and caught up on my blog reading via my RSS reader and iPod touch. I didn’t get too far when I thought about my friend. We’re complete opposites. He is the rock star. I’m slow and steady, like a turtle. Growing up, blame it on the media, but I felt rock stars were more sexy than turtles. I struggled, with myself, as I wanted to be a sexy rock star, too. Ah, how silly I once was. I guess life does get easier when you “grow up”. I was finally at peace. I got my $1.75 commute down to 75 cents. I took a break from my BlackBerry and blogs and just watched the trees and clouds passing by. I was finally at peace and in touch with my inner turtle. Not sexy, you might say? Different strokes for different folks, but in the end, slow and steady wins the race.