My 20-minute drive to work took me nearly an HOUR this morning. Hooray!
To give you an idea of how much I’m not overreacting, the first six miles of my drive took 40 minutes, the remaining eight miles took 10 minutes.
Yeah. And after sitting there feeling my brain caving in, hoping it was at least justified by some horrific 17-car pileup that left streets closed to a churning rapid of blood and a twisted pile of rubble, I get up there to find…nothing.
Apparently some genius down at the traffic engineering department thought rush hour would be a good time to close one lane of traffic so that some workers could do some light sweeping — apparently, because that’s all I could see them doing.
Luckily, a nice, happy song came on the radio and I was able to pause my vibrant cacophony of curse words to momentarily sing along: