Now that we live in a city that's not spread out like a whole other country, I'm getting use to, and even enjoying, the extra bit of walking we get to do.  One bit of extra walking I get to do is walking from the parking lot to the office every day at work.  I looked up the directions on Google Maps and it said it was a 1/2 mile.  That's not exactly correct as we don't have to walk along the street and have a more direct route.  My best guess would say it's closer to 2/10 of a mile from the parking lot to the office building.  Not really that far but I will say that it seems further when the cold air kicks in off of the Chesapeake Bay.

At the entrance there is a bicycle rack and it is common to see a bicycle or two locked up there...pretty cool.  A few times I've seen an electric scooter locked up along with the bicycles.  Again, pretty cool - someone living downtown rides their scooter 4-5 miles to save gas, time, etc..  That's not a bad idea and something I could see me looking into if the situation presented itself.

Last week what I thought was pretty cool turned out to be un-cool and kind of George Costanza-ish, if you ask me.  As I was walking out to the car, I hear an engine from behind me that sounds like a high powered weed-eater.  I turn around and see the guy riding the scooter that was locked up at the bicycle rack.  After it has zoomed past me, I just have to watch in awe as the guy pulls up next to his car, lifts the scooter into his trunk, and drives off.  I don't know the guy and maybe he needs to get to his car a few minutes faster than the rest of us.  Maybe he's got a special need for it (didn't appear that way to me) but I'm going with the George Costanza bit.  It's funnier and proves that if we dig we can find a little bit of George Costanza in all of us.