Goddess’ no good very bad horrible sneaky hate spiral of a commute

So, yesterday’s commute? From sweet, sweet hades, I tell you.

Left the office around 8, per usual. The days are getting longer and I drive from West to East, so I get to see a lot of different-color skies as I travel what feels like about three time zones.

I chose silence in the car once again over music. When I’m stressed to the hilt I choose not to speak. When I’m one step beyond that, I can’t handle any more information coming into my brain.

By 9-ish when I got home last night, I was shaking.

The moment I pulled out of the lot and onto the real road, the asshole cop who pulled me over last year and gave me the wonderful ticket and that same ticket that got me a license-suspension notice because I didn’t complete traffic school by some imaginary deadline nobody gave me decided to follow me for a mile. That was fun. Asshole.

But it gets better.

And by better, I don’t mean that word.

The first leg of the journey is on a truck route. So, having 18-wheelers behind, in front of and beside me was a slight annoyance. The fact that they wouldn’t let me pass or break free for 13 miles was no picnic either.

Finally I get on the freeway, where a state trooper decides to tail me for 11 miles. There were two different cars at different points on the side of the road, their owners clearly in distress. Did this nitwit pull over? Hell naw.

I finally lose the state trooper somewhere before my own exit. I jump into the second-to-right-hand lane so I can get the exit and …

*smash* Almost.

I counted seven cars at a dead-stop. The last of which I missed by three inches and only by the grace of God, I assure you. I could hear breaks squealing beside me in the medial as someone else veered off the road to try to miss them too.

You know, nobody down here knows how to drive. Nobody pays attention. You cannot be tired or lost in thought or in a conversation with a passenger down here. Any love you have for driving, this state will kill for you. I promise.

So, life spared and God repeatedly thanked, I finally get to the side streets. I was coming down the bridge to my street, in the left lane, when some idiot on a skateboard fell off the sidewalk. He fell into the thankfully empty right lane but his skateboard? Came sailing at me. Somehow it went under the car and came out the other side.

Then I pulled into my own lot and got out. Whereupon some asswipe comes it at 100 mph and almost knocks me off my feet.

It’s 15 minutes till I normally leave the house and I haven’t even scrubbed my butt. Not that I’m in a huge hurry to start the workday anyway, but I just do not feel like getting in that car and doing another round-trip like the one I had yesterday.

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