Bus and Board, FTW

Commuting home from work. In Florida. During Hurricane Season. FTW.

It was five thirty. I’d just clocked out of work. Friday afternoon. I live three miles West.

But the forecast was for lightning. The sky didn’t look good. A giant, gray cloud dominated, threatening to rain at any moment. Somewhere in the back of my mind, an action star was saying “Pop Quiz, Hot Shot.”

I could ride my board to a nearby bus stop. Semi protected from the rain. And wait. Or I could call for a ride home, and be part of the traffic.

I was feeling lucky.

I hopped on my board and headed West. Past my coworkers -- chumps -- walking with their Puny Mc WeakSauce slow feet. Past the swampy area. I’ve become so comfortable riding my board on that spacious bike path, that I took out my cell phone and fired up the bus app. Because the sky was rumbling.

Furthermore, I knew that my board wouldn’t take me all the way. I would *have* to walk and kick my board the final half a mile, if I tried to make it all the way home.

But a glance at the app, and I was in luck. The bus was coming up around the bend. Perfect timing. I caught it just before the only major road in my commute home. Just as I stepped into the bus, it started raining.

But where I got off, at the stop by my house, it stopped raining. I hopped back on my board and rode it into my apartment complex. On the way, I passed a truck waiting at a home sign. His window was down, his arm hanging out. He yelled a compliment at seeing how cool electric boards are.

I rode the rest of the way to my front door. FTW. Then it really started raining.