So the alarm rang, I got dressed (tried on one thing – nope, thrown aside, tried another – no, didn’t like it – thrown away, tried third one – off it flies to the same pile…not in the mood already with the dooming prospects of obligated shopping), quick cup of coffee, out of the door, jumped in the car, engine revs, accelerates, joined traffic – usual morning jam, got onto slip road to the final part of my journey and…stopped right there…for the next FOUR hours.
The traffic jam smoothly converted into a trap. Apparently, it was a lorry overturned due to the strong side wind. Which obviously was not a good idea for the two-lanes road with no hard shoulder. The road was closed. Totally. For four hours. Sharp. FOUR HOURS???!!! C’mon, why moving one overturned lorry should take that long?! It was an empty lorry as well – that’s why the wind blew it away…I’d imagine, if all the drivers sitting in their cars behind the scene of an accident would get up and strain properly, they would’ve moved the bugger a bit, letting at least one lane through…
So I was sitting in my car, watching the time goes by…and the cars standing still…and occasional rain coming and going, singing along to my ipod, thinking quietly to myself a million and one useful and useless thoughts until I’ve run out of any unthought-of thoughts…And by the time I’ve got to the office…no, let me rephrase this: by the lunch time, when I finally got my car-seat-shaped bum to the office, the only thought left in my head was: why did I bother? It was a rhetorical thought as well…
There was one good thing about it in the end: there was NO TRAFFIC on the road when we finally moved ahead (of course: all the traffic was BEHIND, duh!) So, I’m sitting in my office, getting my precious self back to the norm after completely caffeine-deprived morning and am thinking…this got to be THE LONGEST 17 MILES drive in my life…
The traffic jam smoothly converted into a trap. Apparently, it was a lorry overturned due to the strong side wind. Which obviously was not a good idea for the two-lanes road with no hard shoulder. The road was closed. Totally. For four hours. Sharp. FOUR HOURS???!!! C’mon, why moving one overturned lorry should take that long?! It was an empty lorry as well – that’s why the wind blew it away…I’d imagine, if all the drivers sitting in their cars behind the scene of an accident would get up and strain properly, they would’ve moved the bugger a bit, letting at least one lane through…
So I was sitting in my car, watching the time goes by…and the cars standing still…and occasional rain coming and going, singing along to my ipod, thinking quietly to myself a million and one useful and useless thoughts until I’ve run out of any unthought-of thoughts…And by the time I’ve got to the office…no, let me rephrase this: by the lunch time, when I finally got my car-seat-shaped bum to the office, the only thought left in my head was: why did I bother? It was a rhetorical thought as well…
There was one good thing about it in the end: there was NO TRAFFIC on the road when we finally moved ahead (of course: all the traffic was BEHIND, duh!) So, I’m sitting in my office, getting my precious self back to the norm after completely caffeine-deprived morning and am thinking…this got to be THE LONGEST 17 MILES drive in my life…