Gridlock

I paid for the easy commute Monday with a bitch of one this evening. I swear the cars were breeding.



I think there was an accident or a riot or something around I-435 and Metcalf.

After I got past that, well, I still sat there inspecting the ass end of a big Ford truck.



Then when I got to the ramp that leads to I-35, well, I sat and looked at the back end of another vehicle for an eternity. I'm supposed to be picking up my honyocks by now, dig?



When traffic flows freely, this is a 35 to 45 minute trek. Tonight?

An hour and fifteen minutes.