Fobs and Pods
Sounds like characters from a children's show right? Wrong! It's City Carshare jargon. I used this miraculous service for the first time on Saturday. My neighbor friend and I strolled down to the 'pod', waved our little 'fob', tuned in to 92.7fm, and be-bopped all the way to the farmer's market in South San Francisco. We picked up some nice organic goodies and headed back to the city for Costco. I feel like an elf at Costco. And because it's all at such a savings, you lose sight of the fact that you will never actually use a 12 pack of 64oz. bottles of Drano. Well you might, in which case I do not want to know. With our two pack 84 oz. shower gel and family of 12 sized packages of lobster ravioli in cardboard boxes, we were en route for Trader Joe's where I stocked up on enough food to get me through the week. I will soon not forget the joy of purchasing anything my little heart desires, without the worry of how I'm going to get it home. While I filled my cart to the brim with whatever I could get my hands on, my neighbor friend walked over to Bed Bath and Beyond (insert angels singing) and grabbed 4 bags of god knows what and who cares because we can finally do this. We were certainly making use of the VW Beetle's tiny trunk and back seat, holy balancing act. We zipped home to drop off our booty, and returned the bug with a few minutes to spare. I'm already thinking about the agenda for our next carshare adventure. I think next time we'll have to take the VW Jetta Wagon for a spin and make a bee line for IKEA!!