For years, our transportation system evolved and revolved around me. I want to be there. I want to drive my car. And, I want to be there when I want to be there, not a minute before and not a minute after.
On Tuesday, I spent an hour and forty-five minutes going from suburban Chicago to downtown, maybe 25 minutes. As I’m sitting there, in traffic, watching train after train go by me, I kept thinking “Why am I not on that train?”
As I got to my destination I circled and circled and circled, trying to find a parking spot. Finally, one opened up. Now, as I’m digging in my pockets for change, I have to figure out how much time and how much money I’ll need. They’ve got these meters that print out a receipt you put on your dash to show you’ve paid. But, you have to guess right, because you just can’t add money to the meter.
I went to my stop, the Chinese Consulate. I waited and waited and waited for my turn. It’s coming close to when my meter time would run out. But, if I leave, I’ll have to wait and wait and wait some more. So, I risk it and leave about 10 minutes late. As I get to my car, I notice a lovely parting gift from the City of Chicago.
I might be a slow learner, but this convenience of a car isn’t so convenient. Take the train. Save some time. Save some money.