My afternoon commute for the past week has looked something like this:
That pretty much sums it all up right there. Oh wait, I did scream and punch the steering wheel at 6:30 this morning when I got stuck behind a PARKED city bus. In the right hand lane. No where near a bus stop. Would anyone let me over? No.
Screw those people. I hope they all spilled hot coffee in their crotches.
Most days I’m able to keep my shit together. I use traffic as a time to listen to NPR, jazz, if I’m feeling extra PMS-y, I’ll pop in some Barbara Streisand and cry it out. Most afternoons I call family and catch up with them and some days? Well, those are the profanity ridden, scream filled drives.
All it takes is one five pm Braves game, a convention, a holiday weekend (traffic started today) or a dark cloud. I’m serious. If there’s a cloud that’s dark gray, forget it. You’re sitting around in one of six to eight lanes of traffic. Pick your poison.
Public transportation is a wash for me as well. The buses never run on time or run period. The “subway”? Mmm. Yeah. I’d have to drive half way to work to get to the nearest station, to take it five miles away from my office. It’s just not user friendly. Which is a damn shame because I bet people would actually use them.
This city has the most jacked up, mind boggling, rage inducing traffic I’ve ever sat in. I have no idea how folks in L.A. do it (and I’m not referring to Lower Alabama either). So aside from screaming, crying and flipping people the bird, what do you do to pass the time in traffic?
Here’s to tomorrow’s commute.
Wish me luck yo.