When I decided to skip out of school today, so as to not be sitting in a room with no windows, on the seventh floor of an unnamed school building, the last thing that I expected to do was to sit in traffic.
I decided that my throat was scratchy, perhaps I was coming down with something fatal, or minimally, uncomfortable, so I left.
I drove through downtown Atlanta, which is perilous itself, as drivers will randomly turn with no signal, or dive into your lane unannounced, and of course the pedestrians that taunt the drivers block after block. I assumed that I was homefree on the highway.
Of course, you know that it did not happen this way. I had decided to go to Buford Highway, famous for it's oriental restaurants, to get pho. I decided a dose of oriental "chicken noodle soup" would be just the thing to make me feel better. (and if not... the coffee would certainly make me wake up!) However, I went up 85 north to get there.
It took less than two miles when I noticed up ahead that not only was 85 south closed, but so was the left side of 85 north. Getting closer, I noticed a truck that had apparently landed on another truck on 85 north. Drivers no where in sight, and may not have been present... I think that the trucks came from the other side of the road... from a truck towing cars (which is why 85 south apparently was closed).
I did finally have lunch, it just took an extra 20 minutes to get there, and of course, about 30 minutes to get back on Buford Highway.
*Happily, lunch and coffee did not disappoint. However, the second cup of coffee probably did not help for positive, patient attitude in traffic.
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