It was a tedious day at work. It usually is when I spend the day repairing corrupt data files for customers who do things they're not supposed to be doing. So after working through lunch and still putting in almost nine hours, I slipped out a little early anticipating the perfect relaxing evening, some wine, some chocolate, a little escapism and some peace and quiet.
Okay, so I normally don't allow myself chocolate, but this one time, this one evening, I just need some to keep our home happy. Trust me, when I'm in a chocolate crisis it's better just to let me have some and know that I'll work it off in the morning. So I'll stop and pick up some chocolate and wine on the way home. It's before 5, so I shouldn't have the traffic issues as I would at rush hour. I crawl into the car, look at the gas meter...okay, enough gas to get me home and then to the gas station in the morning, one stop and it's complete relaxation. Except....
Did I happen to mention that this city was ranked to have the worse drivers in the US? Perfectly sunny day, dry pavements, nothing weather related to cause accidents, so traffic on the highway should run smoothly, right? Wrong. Five minutes on the highway and traffic starts to crawl. The accident was in the northbound lane, a 3 car pile up (all I glimpsed were the ambulances, found out about the 3 cars on the radio), I'm travelling southbound on a divided highway and traffic is almost at a standstill as it is. Not even a mile down the road, another accident (noticed this by the bluelights...since I'm sitting at a standstill now, I can afford to glance over). Did I mention this too was in the northbound lanes, or should I say on the side of the road? And guess what, another one on the same side of the highway, this one with a firetruck.
Okay, I guess it shouldn't surprise me that people actually stop on the highways so they can get a good glimpse of the accident. God forbid a trainwreck occur. This was something new to me when I moved down here. First week here, my husband and I had come across an accident. Being a police officer at the time, he was obliged to stop and help. As he helped one victim, I helped the teenagers in the other car. While we were waiting for the ambulance and state troopers, low and behold, I watched three cars plow into one and other. All because they wanted to see the accident.
It was later that year, when there was an accident close to one of the exits, and police were on the scene, that the car in front of me literally went from 65 miles an hour to a dead stop...then started backing up just so the duffas could see the accident. There's a reason why I allow so many car lengths in front of me. Thankfully, there were no cars beside me so I could take evasive action.
So this afternoon, I'm starting to stew a little more as people in front of me inched forward, then stopped, inched forward, then stopped. I'm impatient in traffic as it is, today even moreso. I get to the grocery store, because they would be the ones that have Dove chocolate bars, okay, you'd think they'd have Dove chocolate bars. I asked one of the clerks at the register who suggested I might be happy with a whole bag of Dove chocolates, after three tried I find out that no, they don't have individual bars of Dove chocolate. Why didn't she say that in the first place? Okay, at least they have my wine. So I get in the line with the slowest cashier in the place. Just as I was about to fall asleep on my feet, it's my turn at the register. Price check on aisle 1, god, what else could go on?
Finally I make it home, my nice quiet home. You know, when instinct tells you to do something, it may be wise to do it. I had thought about turning off the phone, but since my daughters away, I try never to do that. Okay, now three phone calls by telemarketers, at dinner time. What happened to the no call list. So my daughter is s.o.l if she tries to call right now. Ah sweet peace...at least my husband put on the ear phones while he's downloading to music.
Now that I've whined, I'm going to enjoy my wine...and cheese.