Taking public transportation with Patience seems to bother everyone but me. I’m terrified of driving. I grew up seeing my step-mom get into car collisions and with a nonna who never drove. If I had a car I would live in it, that would be the only justifiable reason for the purchase of such a monstrosity and the insurance – proof something is most likely to go wrong – that accompanies it. Bonus: I am medicated, my pill bottle advises against driving. I’m told I “can’t” not drive with a child. Yet I haven’t had any magnetic pull leading me behind the wheel of some death trap. Patience has a blast on the buses, trains and aeroplanes – hehheh. She talks to people, dances…