Of all the things I miss about being younger, number one will always be the ability to wear trashy heels without feeling mangled after an hour.
Number two is the confidence I used to have while driving.
Today I had to drive to work because all of the spots were full at the PATCO station. Free, metered, all full. Probably because it was raining and “The Cheaps” who park two blocks away for free along the neighborhood streets didn’t want to walk far. I’m cheap, but I don’t like getting wet, either. So I drove.
My drive to work takes about 20 minutes. I take a giant South Jersey road, I cross the Ben Franklin Bridge into Philadelphia. I’m briefly on the Vine Street Expressway. I make a right then a left at Spring Garden and for a butt-clenching price of $10, I have a place to park. It’s not hard.
But man when I’m on that bridge (especially when it’s raining) all I visualize is cars skidding and flipping across the bridge like an action movie. In reality, the drive is so congested that I never get to a speed where I’d be killed in a crash.*
I never, NEVER used to be nervous when driving. I’d have the windows down, music blasting, foot out the window** and I never had a doubt that I’d get to my destination in one piece.
Feh. Bah. Get offa my lawn.
*Keep your science to yourselves here, mmmkay?
**Kidding. Kind of. But I wore great shoes!