Apr
28

Rush-Hour Car-B-Cue Halts Traffic

Car-b-cue It had been awhile since I accessed my Blog to simply VENT about my commute into the city of Atlanta in order to get to my job, located at the Ashford-Dunwoody exit on the Perimeter. As I dove home this day, I couldn’t help but reminisce about the day I hatched the idea of creating a blog to vent about “hating my commute.” Located 52 miles away from my office, I thought about the days I drove almost daily into the office in this EXACT traffic, racking up nearly 2 hours each way, just to make a living. “I’ve gotten spoiled,” I thought. I’ve had the luxury of being able to work from home on most days and have not been in this sort of traffic nightmare for quite some time. You really must become inoculated to driving through this type of viral environment that can and will make you mentally and physically sick if you can’t just accept the fact that Atlanta drivers SUCK at operating motorized vehicles that were designed to take a person from point A to point B in a relatively short and expedited amount of time.

I will say this however, there are traffic jams and then there are TRAFFIC JAMS! This was the latter, and the reason I know this is because of that rather large red truck with a ladder on it…the Fire Engine, and not just one, but several. Now, let me tell you, when you see several of those on a four-lane highway with two lanes of traffic closed, lots of black smoke and non-stop sirens, you know this is no ordinary fender-bender. It IS in fact what we, in the South, call a “Car-B-Cue.” Yes it is what it sounds like, and for some strange reason, cars just seem to spontaneously combust on this stretch of highway. It took me nearly two and a half hours to get home this evening. Luckily, it did not appear that anyone was hurt, just lots of charred metal sitting at the side of the road.

Once again, I made it home without a scratch and was thankful for that. I felt even more appreciative for the job I have and that I no longer need to make that drive daily. I think about those that do and wish them the best.

About Mercedes

One day as I was driving up into the heart of Atlanta I realized how much I HATE my commute. That was the moment I decided rather than to stress about it that I would vent about it. Thanks for reading!

Comments

  1. I lived 31 years of my life without ever seeing a car on fire. Then I moved to Atlanta. I thought they called it Hotlanta for some other reason, but soon I learned the truth. The worst one I ever saw was a semi trailer full of fried chicken coating. That was quite the fireball!

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