In which I bitch about traffic. What there is of it.
It was really foggy this morning, with low visibility. So naturally everyone drove their morning Interstate commute at about 11 miles an hour over the speed limit with their headlights off.
(When I say “everyone,” I mean the six other vehicles I saw between Batavia and Fairfield.)
And because it was chilly when I dressed, I wore an angora sweater. Now it’s sticking to my underarms in a really creepy, fuzzy way.
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I hate stupid drivers.
I don’t care if they wanna get themselves upside in a ditch somewhere (especially in fog, where drivers heading past wouldn’t even see them), but ain’t NOBODY gonna run my ass off the road.
I swear, the first person to take me off the road had better have a knife. That’s all I’m saying.
That’s so scary.. I am glad you made it! Safe driving!
Mush- I am trying to imagine creepy and fuzzy at the same time. Is that like a having a teddybear with a salacious look? Glad you made it safely through the fog with all those idiots on the road. -Gregg
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