Traffic

There are all kinds of things that are frustrating about traffic.
No one likes waiting. No one likes being late.

I was stuck in traffic for a while today. I chose a bad time (Summer 2007) to travel on the Brooklyn/Queens Expressway. One small pocket of construction made for over an hour of creeping along for me and my fellow drivers. You'd think we would all be good friends after sharing all that time together.

I don't like traffic because it makes me feel chubby. Sitting at the steering wheel in these pants brings out all kinds of bulges I didn't know I had.

And now I know.

Fattening Cheesy Foccacia Bread, anyone?