So on this lovely morning I find myself driving to a birth. Cruising through a main street of town, I think "I am going to make great time." Then I get behind 2 cars, the front of which is driving 25 in a 35 mph zone. Really?!
The car turns at the next major intersection, and I briefly rejoice by stepping on the accelerator, until a posse of bike dudes decked out in serious bike gear crosses the street and merges into traffic. Grrr...
The other car and I slowly maneuver past the biker posse. Then I turn onto the rural 2-lane highway and find myself behind a garbage truck! I manage to pass the one car between us, but every time I dip left past the truck to gauge traffic, I see an oncoming car.
The garbage truck finally turns...at the same intersection as I. "Screw this," I say as I motor past the truck illegally, but safely.
A hearse pulls out in front of me.
Actual cost of driving time=10 minutes.
Cost of comedic effect=priceless.