It is noteworthy that years from now I want to be able to look back on this day and know that I sat in traffic for two and a half hours trying to get home from work. It is important to know that the usual total drive time home is now HALF an hour. I did not physically harm any other drivers on the road, as it is my secret desire in situations such as that. I would like two gold stars please. I did, however, eat many pieces of pizza once I arrived home.
I will also not want to forget the car that I sat behind for 20 minutes before she changed lanes. It is comforting to know that I can find her easily to thank her for the laughs I got at her expense. The license plate I stared at: SHYGIRL.
In a small conversation with my husband about SHYGIRL, he would like documented the 40 minutes he spent behind a school bus this evening. School bus #1726. He is convinced that number is actually, physically burned into his brain. He's not just 99% sure about that number. He knows it by heart. We may have to take a line from George Costanza, but instead of Seven, we'll have to name our first born Seventeen Twenty Six.
***The interstate was closed for several hours this evening during peak traffic hours on this lovely Friday night.***