Home from the beach. This should have been a four hour drive. Left Wilmington at a little before two in the afternoon. Finally walked in my own door at after 8:30 this evening.
-muffled scream-
Stop and go traffic started about what should have been less than an hour outside of Raleigh/Durham. APPARENTLY some Mensa candidate at the DOT thought it would be a great idea to have, on THE MAJOR INTERSTATE ROUTE ACROSS THE STATE, in the evening on Labor Day, outside of the STATE CAPITOL, lane-blocking construction. Tuned in to the "for traffic information, try desperately to find this archaic AM radio band and listen to a recorded and slightly outdated message" thing, which said yo bitches, construction ahead between these two really far apart exits. I wasn't even near the exits listed and had been backed up in traffic for almost an hour.
I finally got off at an exit and bought a map, and took an alternate route. Went through the city itself, including 45mph and stoplights, and even given that I'm pretty sure it took less time than staying on I-40.
Grrr.
I know there are way bigger issues I could, and probably should, be bitching about, but at the moment, it's much more satisfying to whinge about the little things. The mood I'm in right now, focusing on the big things will make me go fetal in my closet for a few months, and we don't want that. Little bits of bitchery it is, then!Today's version of stroppy: :  -hiss- |
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