Wow. Just when I thought it was safe to go to work, it's strike time yet again. Billions are out on the street protesting over plans to extend the years of toil before retirement.
Unions say 300,000; police say just over 65,000.
Whichever way it is, there's anguish. There were only one in two metros this morning. This meant that the trip to school with the eldest took on dimensions of stress.
For a 9am start, we left at 7.50am. I explained on the way to the métro why we had to leave earlier.
I gave her two worst case scenarios.
1. The métro is crowded and we can't get on the train. You arrive late.
2 The métro is crowded but we get on a train and we have to wait for 40 minutes in the café.
She realised that option 2 was preferable and option 2 is what happened. We met some other parents in the café.
Great minds think alike.