A place to vent, laugh and cry about your commute!
As I write this, I’ve come to realize that for the better part of my entire adult career life, I’ve had a longer than average commute. I’ve never minded driving the long distances, especially when I was younger, but it has always been the assholes driving in front of me, behind me and to the side of me that have made me “hate my commute.”
So, here I am, living in a suburb of Atlanta, GA. My commute is exactly 50.3 miles one way. The navigator (which my daughter has named “Grace”) tells me that it should take 59 minutes to get from destination “A” to destination “B.” The thing you need to know about navigational devices is that they are rarely correct and I will elaborate on that in one of my categories.
This blog is about all the weird things I’ve experienced while commuting. My categories are pretty self-explanatory and then there’s a little topic I like to call “Traffic Treasures” which will show you some of the lovely things I’ve seen at the side of the road whether it’s the classic ladder or a mattress or a car on fire. Hell, as for a car on fire at the side of the road we have a special name for it here. They call that a Car-B-Que! Now mind you, I lived 39 years of my life up North and never saw a car on fire at the side of the road but down here in the ATL I see one about once a week!
I’ll tell you a few personal things about me:
I have two terrific children. My son, Jake, is 26-years-old and I am proud to say, has FINALLY graduated from Valdosta State University with a BFA in Theater Art. I may be just a bit biased but I think he is a great actor and comedian. He’s gonna be huge some day and yes, I will accept his invitation to attend the Oscars. In the meanwhile, I’m just so happy that he absolutely loves ramen noodles! My daughter, Mandy will be 17 in April and experienced her first accident not too long ago, no one was hurt thankfully but welcome to my nightmare!
Secondly, we have all lived in Georgia for 15 years and are transplants from the — dare I say it? NORTH — OMG! Even though the more accurate term for us would be “Midwesterners” we have been lumped into that evil group known as the “Yankees” and I don’t mean those folks known as New York Yankees fans. We are from Ohio and some of my stories will detail commuting up to the place where Satan placed the worst drivers in the world — namely, Michigan (and before you Michaganders light up the comments, please note that I am a Northern Ohioan who bleeds UM Blue and Gold and you really need to be honest with yourselves before saying anything)
So for now, that’s me. My name is Mercedes, and NO, I don’t drive one. You’ll find me in my dream car, a 2010 “Candy Red” Mustang convertible. So fasten your seatbelts readers — it’s gonna be a bumpy ride! Subscribe via email on the upper right side of the page or via RSS to receive new updates.