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It's peak hour everyone! Yay! Clap your hands!
Peak hour traffic is all just...a little too ironic (thanks, Alanis).
We get up early, run around like idiots getting dressed to impress, quickly shovel food into our faces, chase it down with a cup of too-hot coffee then run out the door still trying to get one shoe on.
Wouldn’t want to be running late for today’s special presentation of peak hour traffic...
Then we get in the car, go down the street, onto the road and then you wait.....
Hmmm, I’ve noticed that I’m fluctuating between you wait, we wait...we all wait for real estate (real estate? Well it rhymed...)
Personally I don’t have to wait, I’m a shift worker so peak hour means very little to me, but this blog is what I’ve observed about the rest of you poor lemmings who must endure it day in, day in. There’s no day out to endure peak hour, surely, because on your day off (ie day OUT) i’d assume you’d deliberately avoid travelling during peak times such as these?
So where were we? Ah yes, we, well, no, YOU, (how,many,commas,can,I,put,in,one,sentence?,,) its appears 6.
...you wait at a stand-still, stop-starting all the way to work in peak hour traffic. And if someone is stupid enough to move up the line before the person in front of them does, they crash and you all wait some more.
I think the idea of peak hour traffic is getting redundant. It’s not peak HOUR anymore, more like peak DAY. There’s the morning rush we’ve just talked about: everyone’s off to work/to see the wizard/ or school, whatever. This is followed by the housewife rush as they make their way to assorted health and beauty appointments.
Next is the lunchtime rush where everyone simultaneously opens their lunch box, sees what’s in it and thinks “I’ll just duck out and get something that’s actually palatable.”
55mins later, you’re running back to work clutching your sushi rolls wondering where your lunch hour went.
Hope you remembered to the soy sauce...
Then there’s the “school’s out” rush of housewives (not blood) to the head to retrieve the offpsring followed by the afternoon mass exodus from town to home which then stretches into the “I’ll just pick up something for dinner” trek.
A few hours later, you get up and do it all again. It’s Groundhog Day!!!
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Posted by kaos264 on 2007-11-08 18:37:55 | Rating: | Views: 59
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Very funny!! I live on the outskirts of my town so sort-of miss the main traffic. I just have to deal with all the defence people (live near a RAAf base). But they don't seem to have a peak hour as such, a peak all day more like it. There is a constant stream of hotted-up cars owned by the Raafies that is near impossible to break into...
Damn Peak hour/day!!
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Posted by HornyLittlePoker
on 2007-11-08 23:36:09
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