I GUESS WE'LL HAVE TO BE HIPSTERS

I worked 3 night shifts this week. That translated into several hours of boredom, which resulted in me deciding that an expensive electronic scooter was the most responsible decision of my life right now. 

To be clear, I haven't bought it. I did, however, notify Stephanie that we are moving to a big city with cool subway stations that will require me to own an electric fold-up scooter to solve that previously under-appreciated "last mile problem." 

I don't have a "last mile problem." I have a 16-mile commute problem.  And it's not really a problem, since I have this beautiful paved bicycle path that goes the entire 8 miles from my house to my employment; I'm just a lazy person, so the bike ride gets UNBEARABLE when I'm all whiny and tired after a long shift in the ED. 

Because of my whiny disposition, I want another solution for the times during good weather when I'd like to ride the trail but don't want to expend gobs and gobs of energy slugging it up the hills on my bicycle. 

So that brings me to my solution, which is to buy the nerdiest folding scooter that will transport my 200+lb frame for the 8 mile trip. I guess this will make me a hipster. Cursed hipsters.