Now that my daily commute involves crossing the Bay Bridge the timeliness of my arrival to work is a precarious thing. One accident on or around the bridge slows down the cog works to the point of doubling the commute. Over an hour of my morning was spent sitting in traffic with other angry drivers who suddenly felt that 'every man for himself' was the best way to approach a difficult commute. While being slowly hypnotized by the sea of brake lights ahead of me I found myself wishing I had some of my audio books with me. You know, the kind of audio books that come with large doses of valium. And a chocolate chip cookie to take the edge off. Something to have avoided the extreme grumpiness of being stuck in traffic, dealing with annoying people and being late to work.
| January 7, 2008 07:55am | 
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