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Monday, September 17, 2012

You know you live in the Metroplex when...

...it takes you an hour to drive to your favorite grocery store in town, buy a few items, and return home.

I debated on whether or not to even leave the house once 3 o'clock hit. Schools were letting out, and the end-of-workday flood gates were soon to be open. But I really, really, really wanted to stock up on coconut water. So off I went.

(Keep in mind, this is all on two roads, in town, not getting on any highways.)

On the road for two minutes...saw about five people in the span of ten seconds change lanes without a signal. Griped at drivers that they could cause a wreck, though they clearly could not hear. Loudly voiced a query to the cops, asking them where they were when you needed them. They also, obviously, could not hear.

Then passed through approximately 800 school zones, all of which had incredibly slow, obese kids walking on the cross-walk, so had to wait even longer. Then the train decided to go through town, right before I hit the tracks. Stopped and waited. Line of cars behind me increased to about 10 million. Then, train gone, more people cutting other people off, not using their signals, and more yelling from inside my Honda.

Got to the grocery store, took a breath of relief, stocked up on coconut water, and left.

Back on the road...school having been out for a good period of time and all the kiddos having gone, I couldn't figure out why we were all stopped at a red light for what seemed like the entirety of the Lord of the Rings movie trilogy. Saw light turn green. Two cars went through. Light turned red again. Had barely moved an inch. More waiting and not understanding. Had to do meditative breaths and sing a happy tune to myself so as not to completely blow my top.

Realized there had been a wreck (probably caused by some dumbass not signaling before changing lanes), and although it was cleared, two police cars and a moon-sized fire truck were blocking all but one lane going through the intersection. Drove like a snail through that.

FINALLY got home, swearing I was not going to get near that friggin' road between the hours of 3 and 6 p.m. EVER again.

Putting coconut water in fridge, thought about how nice it is to take a long, scenic drive through the country...where there are no other cars...and no school zones...and no wrecks...just peace, and nowhere to be, and no reason to rush...

I do like part of city life...but there is a peace-seeking country girl me who will always live underneath that teeth-gritting, fingernail-tapping, city woman...

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