30 Minus 2 Days of Writing Challenge
Day 6: Scatterbrained
So there I was, driving back from the Bay Area to Sacramento, bored out of my mind because I hate long drives, and because I hate long boring drives, I have to find ways to entertain myself, so I daydream, which you can’t do when you want to make sure you stay on the right freeway and actually drive toward your house, but I missed my turn off and realized it about 10 seconds too late and once you do that, you are forced to stay on that freeway until the next exit, which in my case meant getting in a very long slow line to pay $5.00 to cross the Bay Bridge into San Francisco and then try to figure out how to turn around once I got into the crazy one-way street-happy city so I could drive back over the Bay Bridge and go home. Which meant adding another hour to my already long ass drive.
There is something excruciatingly unsatisfying about cursing up a storm all by yourself in the car.
So I’m parked in line, facing away from home, with a lot of time to formulate what I’m going to say to the toll booth guy to get out of paying $5.00 and is there a place right here somewhere in this 25 lane horizontal monolith of asphalt where I can turn around because I don’t want to go to the city today?
He did say that I could get off at Treasure Island, a spot of now touristy land halfway across the bridge, and turn around there.
Well, that was something anyway.
And then in my steaming anger, a silver lining presented itself. I’d never been to Treasure Island before.
So I parked it and took a couple of pics to commemorate what would probably be my only visit to this tiny rock in the water.
Not today, San Francisco. But here, take 5 of my dollars because I am an idiot.
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