I used to always be early, but now I’m afraid of being late.
Being early is a curse in a world where everybody is late. Not only do you waste time waiting for people, you end up being the greeting committee, making small talk, introducing people. I’ve trained myself to…be on time, as opposed to early. But now with so many time-wasters, most especially the smartphone, I’m finding it hard to even be on time. I’m starting to cut it too close, I’m losing track of who is really me. I wanted to take a boat ride at 1 and somehow I misjudged the distance and I ended up being only a few minutes early. But they left at about 1:02. Kind of like the movies. Which wait for no one. I was hustling there and thinking “I don’t want to be one of those people who complains that the world runs on time.”
I remember when my father was thrilled when he qualified for the senior discount. Baby boomers are horrified. The worst was in Vail, when the ticket seller at the bus station assumed I was a senior, eek! But I accepted the senior discount at the Nobel Peace Center, when I look in the mirror I know my time is fading.
Alcohol is expensive to discourage consumption.
What else are you supposed to do during the long, cold, lonely winter?
But would people drive different cars in the U.S. if gas were more expensive? They do in Europe. Then again, we’ve got an upper class so wealthy in the U.S. that it doesn’t care about gas prices. That’s the problem with the ultra-rich, they skew the game for the rest of us. Doubt me? Then try to get a good ticket to a desirable show. Prices are so high because certain people can afford it. You might scrimp and save to see your personal hero for $500-$1000, but there are tons of people who buy these tickets on a whim, who come late and leave early, whose main desire is oftentimes just to be able to say they were there.
Traveling is about making mistakes.
I couldn’t find the right ferry until I saw it pulling out of port.