So, in stark contrast to my last post where I waxed poetic about the beauty of a string of tail lights before me, today I will whine about the vast amout of traffic I encountered this morning on my way in to work.
I have several “normal” areas of intense stop-and-go traffic both going in and returning from work each day. However, this morning that stop started earlier – and was a true stop. No go. Just stop and wait. This continued for several minutes – never, ever a good sign.
(I’m sure the few of you reading this are both nodding your head AND thinking – why does she even bother writing what is so blatently obvious?)
But, I digress.
After sitting stationary for several minutes I turned on the radio to listen to the traffic update only to find that there was an *already cleared* accident ahead of me about 5 miles that was screwing with my ability to move forward. I immediately went into rant mode. The accident is ALREADY cleared? Why am I not moving? Did they close the freeway? (Repeat, repeat, repeat.) All in all, it took me almost 40 minutes to traverse that 5 miles. That made my commute clock in at 2.5 hours. Any time I go over the 2 hour mark I start getting cranky.
Let’s just say I’m not all that happy this morning. Here’s to hoping that the ride home takes slightly less time.