Stuck in traffic

July 27, 2013 :: 10:59 AM

i love the bbc for bringing matt smith into my life

The BBC gets it…

They’re simulcasting the 50th Anniversary episode of Doctor Who. They’re doing it because they don’t want to deal with spoilers and other social media nightmares.

It was bad enough a few days ago when there was a huge uproar about there being a specific Comic-Con only airing of a DW 50th trailer. I know that shit happens - that’s the entire point of Comic-Con - but I was still cranky about all the stories coming out from San Diego whether it was about Supernatural, Sherlock or Doctor Who. I suppose it’s only human nature. We don’t like to be excluded from things that mean a lot to us.

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Last night traffic was terrible coming home from work. It was due to mostly tourists, but then there was an accident at possibly the worst place ever to have one - right at the end of a bridge.

I wanted to lose my temper so badly when I realized that some asshole tourist (Quebec plate was a dead giveaway… we get a lot of them around here.) was the cause of it.

And then I remembered…

A few years ago, there was some really bad weather (I think snow, but I can’t remember) which made it almost impossible to drive, I had a completely shitty day at work and all I wanted to do was get home. There was a huge traffic jam and we sat, and sat, and sat, and sat, and sat, and sat. Stop and go, in a stick, is barely tolerable, but this was worse. Much worse.

I completely lost my shit and, in a moment of complete frustration, yelled something along the lines of “I hope the fucker who caused this accident died.”

No. I am not proud of that at all.

Not. One. Bit.

Because they did.

Three times a week, on my way home from my workout, I pass their roadside memorial.

It’s a pine tree, and it’s always decorated.

Last week, or the week before, it was their birthday. 

I bring this up only because there were a bunch of us with our windows down while we sat, and sat, and sat, and sat, and sat.

I played “Yellow Car”, sang along to some of my favorite songs (my poor iPod’s fast forward function will never forgive me), and generally cracked myself up. It didn’t go unnoticed by a passenger in the car next to me and they said something snarky about it.

I decided to ignore it and turned my radio up louder.

I can’t get angry about idiots causing accidents any more, if only because I’m afraid of the end results.

I learned my lesson. The hard way.

I just hope others don’t have to.


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