Back in the mid-nineties I worked for a wealthy publishing director who bought a flat half a mile from work just so that he wouldn?t put too many miles on his beloved Mercedes.
I have since discovered that I have a client, also a publishing director, who lives in the apartment block right next to where he works. Thinking back to my track-running days at school, I?d guess it?s a distance of between 100-200 metres and he drives it everyday also in a large Mercedes. In addition, he has to negotiate a tricksy underground carpark at either end of his journey.
Personally, I think this wonderful disregard for the environment, his health and his car should be applauded. Would anyone confess to being lazier than this?
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