Taking risks

When I am driving in to work, I have two options: a fairly direct route involving freeways and an indirect route involving a maze of back streets, stop lights, and grade school moms dropping off their kids.

On almost every rush hour morning, the indirect route is easily the best choice since only a moron would get on the freeway that tries its best to pretend it's a parking lot. An exception is on Friday mornings - lots of people either take Fridays off or "work" at home, which means traffic is often much lighter on the freeways, making them actually feasible.

I decided to drive in this morning and take advantage of light(ish) freeway traffic.

However, the car needed gas. Badly. There is a very convenient filling station along the indirect route but none along the freeway route. So this morning's choice was whether to do the right thing and take the longer, pain in the butt, indirect route and get gas or to risk it and take the freeway, enjoying the light traffic but sweating whether I would make it in.

I chose to take the risk.

And wouldn't you know it, it worked out...fine.

I made it in without having to make an embarrassing call to AAA from the middle of a freeway.

Hmmmmm. Now I wonder if I can make it back home this afternoon. There's two routes I can take...

That's it - move along...