what. the. fuck?

my daily display of human idiocy was in full effect tonight. there was nothing wrong with the road conditions, but for whatever reason, it was a fucking abortion.

i left work around 420 to get to the post office to mail my rens gifts. after being in line for just over 30 mins (expected, didn't bother me) i hit the road. at first i was stuck behind some fuck in a bmw who seemed to think checking his email was more important than rolling his car forward.

then, on the on-ramp to 93 that i use, i was cockblocked and had to take an alternate route. that was nothing short of gridlock. not that 93 was any better. but dealing with traffic that had me crawling wore my patience thin.

then M called and i was curt with her (sorry dear). by this point, i had gone 2 miles in 30 minutes. and then the straw that broke the camel's back fell.

John Denver's 'Please Daddy, Don't Drink on Christmas'

i lost it.

TK made a comment at lunch today about how one day he swore to the point he made jesus weep.

well TK, i made god cry like a little girl.

there was a minor break (FINALLY) but any good will that may have been provided quickly evaporated and it was back to making god cry again.

so, by the time i got home, i was in rare form. ~15 miles in 100+ minutes.

i was pissed when i had a longer commute last year in the storm of 12/13, but compared to what i experienced tonight, that was enjoyable.

so to all you fucknuts who ruined my evening, a hearty fuck you.