I am not normally one to complain too much about Atlanta traffic as it is something of an inevitability, but it was really bad this morning. I was nearly in three accidents! One with a woman from Florida who was just yakking away on her cell phone not paying a whit of attention to what she was doing, and another because nobody would let me in on GA 400 and I was completely out of road. Then, just as I was saying a little prayer of thanks for letting me get to work safely, right in the lot, someone came around a blind turn and I managed to avoid them. 285 was really slow, and there were accidents and blue lights dotting the emergency lanes.
I don't know what was going on, but it's like people collectively didn't have their brains in gear this morning. I mean, I know I am not a morning person -- my circadian rhythms just don't run that way naturally. It's really hard for me to get out of bed. However, I typically don't leave the house without being ready to focus on what I'm doing. I can't say the same for the other drivers on the road this morning. It was more than a little scary, honestly. It wasn't just me -- other folks at work were saying it was bad as well.
I don't know what was going on, but it's like people collectively didn't have their brains in gear this morning. I mean, I know I am not a morning person -- my circadian rhythms just don't run that way naturally. It's really hard for me to get out of bed. However, I typically don't leave the house without being ready to focus on what I'm doing. I can't say the same for the other drivers on the road this morning. It was more than a little scary, honestly. It wasn't just me -- other folks at work were saying it was bad as well.
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Granted, the odds of being in an accident are significantly lower (though we all briefly think of terrorists as we enter the tunnel under the Hudson River of when we get on the subway), but you have the luxury of never having to sit crammed next to a person who really *shouldn't* be having that slice of pizza and never having to listen to someone droning loudly into their cell phone about nothing relevent.
Ironically, I miss driving to work. I even miss rush hour in some ways. Worst case, it gave me a chance to listen to the radio or a book on tape - though I know I'd miss having that extra reading time if I were to move back to a driving city.