I hate traffic!
I had to go pick up my oldest kid from school for the weekend. This entails driving in “the city”. Given that I grew up and, therefore, learned to drive in the city, this shouldn’t be a big deal, right? Wrong. Eleven years living in a place where most of my “neighbors” actually “Neigh” has put me out of practice with dealing with people who think they own the road and have to get wherever they’re going before you do.
If I hadn’t been keeping the window shut so I could run the air conditioner, I might have been tempted to shout, “BITE ME” a few times today.
