I use public transport to get back & forth from work. In part this is a cost saving measure (only one car in the household, less gas, no parking fee, etc), but mostly its because I hate driving in Houston. The people. The roads. The people. The traffic. THE PEOPLE. Yup, definitely not a fan. Unfortunately the public transit system in Houston is far from advanced- there are often unexplained delays, or periodically the rush hour train shows up with only one car (which we all insist on packing into- we are VIP after all).
Case in point- yesterday the train was delayed for a few minutes. No notice- I just waited beyond the normal 6 minute interval for the train. So I was sitting there getting pissed off about waiting 10 minutes for a train, feeling annoyed by the dude 10 feet away blowing his nasty cigarette air into my general oxygen supply and the lady with excessive perfume next to me, then I started laughing.
Spending 10 minutes staring at nothing that morning was a huge imposition, but on Monday I spent 20 minutes watching my dogs sniff each others butts and that? Totally fabulous.
I guess it all depends on what you find worthwhile.
*note* For some reason only Pickle was feeling photogenic. Chowder hid behind a bench every time the camera turned his way. Perhaps he doesn’t appreciate my art. Every dog’s a critic.