I Love Rush Hour Traffic
I hate Sunday Drivers. They have no purpose. No destination. No time schedule that they need to keep. So they drive around in circles. Stop at every yellow light. Make indiscriminate left turns and then swerve back across the street to make a right turn. They’re always lost, never know where they are going, and don’t care whose behind them.
I’m sure if they did a study they’d figure out that most accidents happen on Sunday. Most accidents happen between people who have no place to go.
Which is why rush hour traffic is better than driving on Sundays.
Because tomorrow, I’ll get in my car, and I’ll sit in bumper to bumper traffic slowly inching my way along a singular path to a singular destination. There will be no surprises. No random left turns. No tourists stopping in the middle of the road to take a picture of a house they wished they owned. It will simply be me and a line of similar drivers who are all accustomed to the same route, the same wait time, the same traffic lights. They are never lost.
They are the reason why I love rush hour traffic.
