The water taxi had a heart attack or something. So it is out of commission for the evening. At 5:05 I got a text and discovered that the 5:30 and the 6:30pm runs from downtown would not run. It already pretty much as a terminal illness- these boats of ours are thinking about hospice and having conversations with palliative care. Thankfully we haven't pulled the plug yet. I still gotta get to work!
Well when I found out that the boat wasn't going to run I met up with my spouse and we decided to take a cab from downtown to Fauntleroy. We ended up grabbing a taxi-van with 3 other Vashon folks. It worked well but really here's the hilarious thing....we kind of chatted...about things like airplane crashes, and teenage boys hitching rides to Hawaii in wheel wells and that kind of thing but, in classic Pacific Northwest fashion we didn't actually introduce ourselves or swap names or share anything personal. Ha.
So be it. We ban together us islanders...even if we do so anonymously.