morning commute...

Traffic is finally moving. For crap sake. Must be the change in diet. Picture being stopped at an intersection for the better part of a week, not being able to get your car started or moved out of the way. Hearing traffic behind you impatiently piling up and not being able to go anywhere and knowing you're completely blocking the only thoroughway. The angry horns honk, the irate arms wail out the windows. You imagine the conversations held in your honor and your face is flushed and beaded with perspiration. "What's the problem?" "Why aren't we moving?" "What's the hold up?" "Can you see what's going on?" "Hey, don't honk at me, it's the guy down front!" "Whoa. Look at the line behind us!" "Hey, I so don't have time for this!" "Mom, we want to go swimming!! Are we there yet?" "Get that miserable piece of crap out of the way."

Finally. Just in time for weigh in...