Nothing like a bad week to make one miserable. Bad weeks make you appreciate the ones in which you come out with money in your pocket and no need for medical care. I have been trying hard to come down with something, and running with a sleep deficit doesn’t help matters.
Traffic was unusually hectic, with drivers disregarding speed limits and getting into accidents by incredible numbers. The local newscasters have had a field day with snarls and gridlocks all over, and I was stuck in quite a few of them.
This week in particular, I found myself driving into the rush hour traffic, as I went to a different office than usual. This required going south to north in the morning, and north to south in the evening. Everybody seems to go in these directions, and I have always been glad to have a job which normally sends me the other way and out of the grip of the brake-tapping tango that normally fills the opposing lanes when I’m coming and going. Traffic jams are nerve-wracking when you have someplace to go.
Then I got delayed in Friday traffic when a jam took place at my usual exit. The cars backed up for five miles. When I got to the exit, there was nothing to indicate an accident, only cones and flashing lights. It still took me an extra half hour to get home, on a night when I really wanted to be on time, because I had something to do.
Bad traffic days make one want to not have something to do after work. There will always come a time when you will be late, and people don’t like to be late. That is when they speed up and cause accidents which make other people late.
Maybe it happens because everybody seems to get out of work at 4:00 or 5:00. Maybe people just don’t get the concept of driving safely and taking care of their vehicles.
Griping about it doesn’t help make the bad week go away. All I can do is wait for the next one to be better.
At least I can look forward to turkey this Thursday.
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