Today my employer hosted an information session featuring the good people from Houston Metro, the goal of which was to get more citizens to drink the mass transit Kool-Aid.
The modest turnout was comprised of mostly late middle aged folks with a disproportionately high number of bald spots, including women.
I describe them thusly: whiny and dim.
For example, "My vanpool captain [editorial aside: Yes, 'vanpool captain'] is always changing the rates on me, I never know how much to pay."
Following a lengthy discussion (and slide show) about creating a commuter account to pay metro fees on a pre-tax basis, "Is this account pre-tax?"
And my personal favorite:
"My metro card's busted."
All this while a woman in the second row gave a play-by-play of the events to someone over the phone.
After spending an hour with other people's vannies, I have a new found gratitude for my own relatively low-key group, even if they do irk me from time to time.