But as I rode home Wednesday night with one of those pure s**t-eating grins, I knew it must be true. Wednesday was one of those days that seemed bent on self-sabotage: I left my sunglasses in the bathroom at work after changing out of my long johns, LEFT MY KEYS IN THE IGNITION ALL DAY, was 30 minutes late leaving for a class in which I had to give a presentation, and I burnt my finger on the muffler trying to lock it to a bike rack at school.
Fortunately, someone who hadn't even seen me with them on brought me my sunglasses; the security guards at work seem to love my Buddy, and it was still sitting there when I went frantically to the parking lot sans-keys; a coworker had just told me a new route that turned out to be significantly faster for getting to school; the professor was late and our room had no electricity so it didn't matter that I was still slightly late; the freezing night air alone mollified the burn; and of course, I had a joy-inducing ride home that can only come scooting.
So, blessed are the scooterists, for they shall live happy!
