Last night, I turned onto the highway to get started on my journey to work.
Somewhere along the slower parts where there's still stoplights, I got stuck behind Grandpa Joe and his hat, toodling at 30 in a 45. But, because it's technically still rush hourish when I leave for work, I don't dare go in the other lane to pass him, because traffic is unpredictable and I don't want to get stuck going on the other highway to work, as it would take a lot longer.
So, I stay behind him, as he continues his way below the speed limit toodle, causing a mass of vehicles behind me, and as we get near the freeway ramp, we are still going maybe 35.
Great. We are about to merge at 35 miles per hour in a 65. With semi trucks and everyone else coming at us from behind.
Thank God for clean underwear.
Somewhere along the slower parts where there's still stoplights, I got stuck behind Grandpa Joe and his hat, toodling at 30 in a 45. But, because it's technically still rush hourish when I leave for work, I don't dare go in the other lane to pass him, because traffic is unpredictable and I don't want to get stuck going on the other highway to work, as it would take a lot longer.
So, I stay behind him, as he continues his way below the speed limit toodle, causing a mass of vehicles behind me, and as we get near the freeway ramp, we are still going maybe 35.
Great. We are about to merge at 35 miles per hour in a 65. With semi trucks and everyone else coming at us from behind.
Thank God for clean underwear.
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