As in, what mode of transportation. Not in what ways are you a hussy.
I enjoy my self-image of an environmentalist hippie who takes showers. As such, it’s important that I stick to two main modes of transportation: walking and biking. I don’t have a bike at the moment so that option’s out the window. Thus, I must walk. This is very important in preserving my hippie sense of superiority to people who drive (nevermind the fact that I often drive my cousins’ cars…)
I like to walk to the park, to the store, to my job and anywhere else that’s reasonably accessible by foot. If I have time on my hands I’ll even walk miles away because, why not?! That gets Walter a nice long walk too.
If my destination requires more than 45 minutes on foot, or if I’m in a hurry, I must resort to the next most environmentally conscious mode of transportation: public transportation. This is generally both nasty and cheap. For example, I frequently ride MUNI buses that smell like flaming cheetohs and orange drink. And there are post-flaming cheetoh sticky finger marks everywhere. Or sometimes I walk onto BART and get smacked in the face by hard-boiled egg smell. Thanks dude eating the hard-boiled egg – your aroma made my day.
Another bonus of public transportation is listening to crazy people yell things. Yesterday I was riding BART with a crazy, or drunk, or both man. First he shoved a cup in my face. I thought he was offering me some of his booze so I said “no thanks!” Then he screamed “coins!” so I was like oh, yeah, also no to that too. He walked away from me and sat a few rows down for me, then started yelling about a prostitute and her anatomy and what he did to her anatomy and different bodily fluids and solids that entered the equation during their encounter.
So the lesson learned here is that I should walk more than I take public transportation. Or if I take public transportation I should also have headphones with me and turn my music up really loud. But if I can bike, that’s probably the best alternative because then I get there quickly, free of crazies *and* for free. But I also run the risk of getting hit by cars, or having my bike stolen… Oh man, no win.