Well today started off like a normal day. I drive through the downtown of danbury, then get on 84. As I am driving down 84 to get onto 684, some person verred off into the grass and their car was smoking and everything. A bounch of people were being nice and stopping ans such…which kinda pissed me off because they were blocking my exit…
I have no problem with people helping for the good of humanity but DO NOT BLOCK THE EXIT DAMNIT!
Well I make it onto 684 and about 5 miles into the ride, my GPS informs me that I will see 28 miles of traffic in my future…FUCK
GPS, in its infinate wisdom beeped back at me saying that it will take care of me. It gets me off the next exit and we go down these windy roads with no end in site…finally it doubles me back to 684 about 10 miles down from where the traffic was. GREAT! No 28 minutes of traffic on 684.
As I get to 287, my little GPS chimes in, DO NOT GET ON 287….YOU WILL DIE! How can I refuse living or dying so I listened to the little device again. It brought me to highways I wish to never know the name of again…only to send me to an exit that is CLOSED! The little bastard is playing with me now. I get off the next exit and then all is good in the world.
Needless to say, the commute was interesting this time around. I hope that it is a straight shot on the way back because I only have a 1/4 of a tank of gas left…..