So I was on my way to work today at the usual time of 6:05am, and at about the halfway point, traffic slowed to an absolute crawl. Since I live in metro Atlanta, traffic at any time of day does not surprise me. When I heard on the radio there was a car fire near my exit I said to myself “well, that explains it.”
Except it doesn’t.
I had never seen a car fire before today. And quite frankly, I’m a bit disappointed. I was expecting a whole lot more.
When I finally got to “the scene,” what I found was a late model Ford Taurus on the right side of the road, a cop car behind it and a fire truck parked in front of it. When I got closer, I saw one fireman pointing the hose under the semi-closed hood and under the wheel well.
Wow.
Why does this require every person on a six-lane interstate to stop and stare? I have no fucking idea. It took me ten extra minutes to get to work today because the firefly-like drivers of Atlanta couldn’t go by some whisps of smoke at more than 3 feet a minute.
I shudder to think what would happen if there were an eclipse or something.
People bitch about California’s traffic, but I assure you that what we have here is as bad or worse, especially when you factor in the collective negligence and ignorance of the folks on the road with me.
I know that’s not much, but it’s what I got today.
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What say you?