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I think the Gods of Transportation are out to get me.
My day was going okay until I left my house. There, on my door, was an announcement that the city was going to resume road construction in my neighborhood this week.
Lovely.
Then, I'm on my way into work, taking my normal route when I see this flashing sign warning that the two left lanes will be closed ahead. So, traffic bottlenecks as everyone tries to squeeze over into the far right lane.
And then, as we arrive in midtown it becomes apparent that the street ahead is completely closed to thru traffic and people needed to take a detour about a block back to avoid the construction. Um. A damn detour sign would have been nice.
No prob, I zip through the orange cones and hang a left onto a sidestreet, then circumvent the blocked off portion and drive on in to work.
Where I discover that traffic has made me late.
I hate being late for work.
So, I run around the mail room getting stuff ready to go to the post office. But when I get to the post office, the parking lot is closed and new asphalt is being applied.
Oh joy.
I turn into the pay lot across the street and, marvel of marvels, there's an attendant there. I let him know I'm going to the post office and is there a special short term parking area for that? The guy tells me there isn't and that if I park in the lot I'm going to have to pay the minimum. I point out that the owners of the lot also own the lot being worked on and that they don't charge for parking if you're going to the post office. The guy gets snippy with me and repeats that if I want to park in the lot, I gotta pay the full price.
Well, fuck that. That attendant can suck my jolly cock. I loop through the pay lot, give the business car some gas and jam to the other post office to drop off my mail. Screw picking up the box mail. I can do that next week or whenever.
Get back into the office and as soon as I got off the street, things sort of settled down. Of course, now I'm dreading the drive home tonight.
Hopefully, the Gods of Transportation will relent and I won't run over a moose or something. At the very least, I live in hope.
My day was going okay until I left my house. There, on my door, was an announcement that the city was going to resume road construction in my neighborhood this week.
Lovely.
Then, I'm on my way into work, taking my normal route when I see this flashing sign warning that the two left lanes will be closed ahead. So, traffic bottlenecks as everyone tries to squeeze over into the far right lane.
And then, as we arrive in midtown it becomes apparent that the street ahead is completely closed to thru traffic and people needed to take a detour about a block back to avoid the construction. Um. A damn detour sign would have been nice.
No prob, I zip through the orange cones and hang a left onto a sidestreet, then circumvent the blocked off portion and drive on in to work.
Where I discover that traffic has made me late.
I hate being late for work.
So, I run around the mail room getting stuff ready to go to the post office. But when I get to the post office, the parking lot is closed and new asphalt is being applied.
Oh joy.
I turn into the pay lot across the street and, marvel of marvels, there's an attendant there. I let him know I'm going to the post office and is there a special short term parking area for that? The guy tells me there isn't and that if I park in the lot I'm going to have to pay the minimum. I point out that the owners of the lot also own the lot being worked on and that they don't charge for parking if you're going to the post office. The guy gets snippy with me and repeats that if I want to park in the lot, I gotta pay the full price.
Well, fuck that. That attendant can suck my jolly cock. I loop through the pay lot, give the business car some gas and jam to the other post office to drop off my mail. Screw picking up the box mail. I can do that next week or whenever.
Get back into the office and as soon as I got off the street, things sort of settled down. Of course, now I'm dreading the drive home tonight.
Hopefully, the Gods of Transportation will relent and I won't run over a moose or something. At the very least, I live in hope.
