Four Hours
Posted by Patrick on Monday, June 04, 2007This morning it took me four hours to get to work. That would have been fine if I worked in Charlotte, Ashville, or certain border-cities in Virginia or South Carolina. And while the Rockland-Ave Code of Secrecy prevents me from disclosing my exact employment location, I promise you its much closer than a four hour ride. Something in the neighborhood of 45 minutes.
No, my commute was made ever-so-epic because some chucklehead decided to go on an all-night bender and then drive his party wagon, still under the influence, across the median and take out some cars going the other way. According to the news, the accident reconstruction folks said he was going sideways across the grass so clearly he was making some poor driving decisions, on top of his poor life decisions. For the Kia owner directly impacted by the Tahoe's drunk-drifting, it certainly sucks to be at a 3000 pound weight disadvantage.
The accident occured ahead of me, by about half an hour. I was stopped inbetween exits, and there was no escape. I had considered opening my laptop and doing some work, but thought better of it.
I hate to be even a few minutes late, and traffic + standard transmission is no fun. This morning's ride was like death by a thousand clutch-engagements. It's definitely time to learn some alternate routes.
Where's Celica Nemesis when I need him to part the sea of traffic with his anger?
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