I admit it, I’m very spoiled. I commute to work before most folks are awake and when I am off work, I travel in the opposite direction of most folks.
But then there is Thursday, when I have to drive across town and pick up my daughter.
Then I hit traffic.
I do not understand traffic. You slow down. You stop. Must be an accident.
Ten minutes later, I’m still sitting there. Okay I drove ten feet. But I’m certain there’s an accident. So I creep forward.
And forward a little more. Someone must be really hurt.
Then someone cuts me off.
And now I’m thinking, someone’s gonna be hurt.
But I sit there for a while, inching forward at 5 minutes a 100 feet. Then snap, traffic springs free. Speed picks up. I’m back up to 55 mph.
What happened? There was no accident, no nothing.
So why did we come to a complete stop? And creep along for half an hour? It’s one of the wonders of the world.