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So, all the rules change. Your carefully ordered plan no longer works. You must adapt. You must find a new way. What do you do?

In my case, the rules meant that a half-hour walk had to be inserted into my commute to work. So I adapted in the only way I knew how, the only way that made sense to me.

I bought a scooter. I’m a scooter commuter!

Now, my life is brilliant (see picture). The drudgery of a 30 minute walk twice a day has been turned into a fun 15 minute scooting adventure.

If you have a problem, I suggest you buy a scooter. Doesn’t matter what the problem is. Just get a scooter. You won’t regret it.

9 comments on “Scommuting

  • Oh dear, I do get the distinct impression that when Kev sees this and has a few minutes when he’s not piping some abb dabs into a wireless sprouter he will accuse you of being some trendy hipster and dismiss you immediately.

  • I think you’re probably right. But if he does that I’ll remind him that his kids have drinks made with children’s cold infusion tea bags.

  • The very same. I can’t look him in the eye any more, but that’s not through shame. It’s just because his beard now covers his entire face.

  • I once tried to make a reservation and they refused me service because I wasn’t in a checked shirt and my facial hair was under the deserved length and width. That’s a lot of abuse for six quid for a box of wheat and milk.

  • I only went once and there were beard hairs in my bowl of Kellogg’s Multigrain Start. It was a real shame because I paid top whack for it. It was a 1993 vintage. Very hard to get hold of. That’s why I ate it anyway, hairs and all. I haven’t been back since.

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