September 26, 2005
Seems like there's a trend of retardation that I've had to deal with lately.
I paid a visit to a friend in Silver Spring Sunday evening. I left at about 10:20. With a little luck and speeds slightly in excess of the limit, I thought, I could make it home by 11.
I was a little off; I got in the door at 12:08AM. Some fucking idiot at the DOT decided it would be a brilliant idea to close three lanes of a four-lane highway for any reason other than a horrific accident.
I sat in traffic as the lanes winnowed down for more than an hour. And since there are no other ways across the Potomac without going into the District (which probably would have taken even longer from where I was, since I wouldn't have known where I was going) or heading all the way out to Route 15, I was stuck.
Now, on the off chance that someone from the DOT is reading this, and knows which coworker rides the short bus to work, after you smack that jackass in the head, point out that since you can't close the whole highway at once there's never any reason to go beyond the center lane. Four-lane road? Close two lanes at once.
Traffic will still be bad, but people like me will at least spend less time plotting your untimely demise.