Traffic Sucks

There's a reason I take the bus to work.

I loathe driving in rush hour traffic. I actually have a theory about this. Rush hour is caused by the one person who thinks that because it's between the hours of 7-9 AM and 3-6 PM, he/she has to drive slower. All it takes is that one idiot to slow down, and there's a needless traffic jam.

Of course, when I'm driving everyone else on the road is an idiot.

But that's not the reason I take the bus to work.

I take the bus to work because I get really crabby and hateful and worked up when I'm driving in rush hour traffic. If you look Road Rage up in the dictionary, my angry face will be right under the definition. I turn into "Swearin' Like A Sailor Julia." Yep. It's like an episode of Jerry Springer or Maury - if I were on TV there would be so many bleeps that you couldn't hear anyone else. This can't be good for my heart.

I'm actually very creative with my expletives. I've come up with new and inventive ways to say, "%$#@&*, get off the road!." My mom would be so proud.

So today I had to go from cardiac rehab in Burnsville to my hair appointment in Woodbury. Yes, I got my hair done today. It really needed it. The last time I had my hair done was in April. Open-heart surgery kinda got in the way.

I got done with cardiac rehab at about 3:45 and my hair appointment was at 4:45. Normally this drive takes about 30 minutes at the most. Today it took an hour and 20 minutes. I thought I'd take a road less traveled instead of the Interstate. Yeah - turns out everyone else had that same idea. It took me over 25 minutes to go even 1 mile.

I called RobbieMax twice during that time, the 2nd time to cry a little because I was so upset. Then I called Suzanne, to see if she knew about a quicker way to get to Woodbury. And of course she did. So I got to my appointment at about 5:05.

I was crabby and angry and mad. But my hair looks great!

I love taking the bus to work. I don't have to deal with any of the crappy rush hour stuff. My bus driver drives on the shoulder. And I read my trashy romance novels.

I am very antisocial when I'm on the bus. I'd rather read than talk to anyone. But some people can't take a hint. Today some foreign guy sat next to me (I think he was either British or an Aussie) and he kept talking about this pot luck lunch his work was having. He was very nice and his accent was kind of sweet, but all I wanted to do was read my book. And he kept talking. And talking. Despite the fact that he was quite charming, I wanted to yell at him to shut up. I was reading. I needed to know if the guardian was going to seduce his new (but 19 year-old and fully of age) ward or if he was going to leave her alone. Alas, I didn't get to find that out.

So anyway, I take the bus to work (for obvious reasons). And I read. And I don't talk to anyone. And I like it.

Only 1 more session of cardiac rehab...