On my commute this morning I witnessed an odd vehicular dance. Allow me to sculpt you a word statue. I was in the middle lane with a fairly large gap between my Van and the Nissan Sentra in front of me. Both the left and right lands were mildly crowded, but our middle one was not bad.
Suddenly, without warning, most cars in the left lane decided they wanted to be in the far right lane. At the same time, most cars in the right lane decided they wanted to be in the far left lane. Are my hammer and chisel getting this image across? In one fluid motion, the left cars on the left jumped two lanes of traffic, while at the same time, the right cars did the same - all of them weaving through each other. All of this happened around that lone little Nissan Sentra, which just sat there in the middle lane.
At the end of the event (and it was quite an event) all seemed as it had been, but I couldn't stop thinking about the Sentra just sitting there while the whole road shuffled itself around it. So I've decided to share my blog today with the driver of that Sentra. I'm going to let him tell you his story.
Average trip for the most part ... Some weird guy in a big red van stared at me while he passed me. What's his beef? Other than that ... the new Sentra's doing pretty well, haven't had any issues with it. Drives nice. Oh, my niece left one of her stuffed toys in my back window which bugged me for the entire drive ... it just sat there in my rear-view. Staring at me. Like the guy in the van.
Work
Ugh. Need I say more? Sharon brought in cupcakes for some reason, but they weren't cupcakes. She called them cupcakes, but they were full of seeds and grains and crap. No chocolate, no sugar, no icing, but she called them cupcakes. Idiot.
I had three.
Phillip's chair broke which provided everyone with something to talk about for fifteen minutes.
Do you ever get the feeling that you are a song? I heard a song on the radio today ... I think it was by Destroyer ... and I could have sworn that I was that song. Maybe it was the 'cupcakes'.
Evening commute
There's a spot when you're coming up Highway 8 where it expands from two lanes to 4. It's always a little slow leading up to that point, and we're finally able to spread out. I have two thoughts on this spot. Firstly, when it opens up, I feel like I can finally breathe, as though I've been holding my breath up until then. Weird. The second thing is that the new lanes appear on the right side of the road. Because of this all of the drivers who are itching to go faster dive across to the far right, floor it, and go flying through the now-thinned traffic. I know I'm not accelerating as quickly as you'd like me to, but it's a waste of gas. If you would just wait a second I'd move to the right, but because you fast jerks always rip up there first, I can't.
I suppose it shouldn't bother me that much, because I can just keep going, but it's sort of annoying. People should think a little more. And people should calm down down. We're all trying to get home, and we're going to get there soon enough. Just settle.
Home
Alone. Again. Sigh ...
