‘Looks like I picked the wrong time to quit sniffing glue’

Three-hour commute today. 9:30 a.m. to 12:30 p.m., people. For 35 miles!!! I drive from Pittsburgh to Alexandria in that kind of timeframe, and that’s 25o!

I’ll elaborate later, because I need TIME to craft the story of “why I had to go through a metal detector when I stopped after Hour Two and a Half because I had to pee.” Never stop on Federal property. A mental hospital, no less. Because they will ask you if you are a patient. Especially if you are in tears and threatening suicide if you are kept from emptying your pathetic little bladder for 30 more seconds. Just sayin’. 😉

Although, a rotten day on the way to (and/or in) this office is exorbitantly better than a good month at any other job!

One Lonely Response to ‘Looks like I picked the wrong time to quit sniffing glue’

  1. Caterwauling :

    […] Apparently the traffic jam from hell made national headlines. I’m surprised I wasn’t the one making headlines — if there had been shots of me on a traffic cam, howling and crying and screaming, y’all would’ve known EXACTLY who it was! […]