Traffic Rant

Actually, traffic was great today. Everyone left home early, or slept late because of the London-esque fog had turned the city into a misty wonderland. Traffic was so light, in fact, that L and I had time to chat about the WPA and the concept of working for a living before school.

It was the traffic coming home that was a bother. Because look, I don't care that you overslept and might now be late for work. That is no excuse. When the lights start flashing on the fire station, and an ambulance comes whipping out, you pull over. So you're delayed for 20 seconds. Those 20 seconds might make a difference in someone's life, and you pull over. And how dare you blow past the little gold truck that did pull over, just so you can stop right in front of the fire station, causing the fire truck that's following the ambulance to pull out very slowly so that they don't accidentally hit your car.

Not one, but two cars. Two idiots didn't even pause as I pulled over. Just so they could slam on their brakes as the fire truck came out of the station.
I mean, what did they think was going to come out, a rabbit?