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Every day at 8:03 a.m. The Boy and I leave the house. We're aiming for 7:55, but no matter what I do, we always end up in the car at 8:03. No earlier, no later. It's kind of odd, actually.
Anyway, the reason that we aim for 7:55 is because leaving at 8:03 puts us smack dab in the middle of the 8:10 dropoff rush in front of the elementary school, and for reasons elucidated earlier, the dropoff rush is really something best avoided if I have any hope of making it to work in the general vicinity of on-time.
The 8:10 dropoff rush is always further complicated by the fact that it coincides with a ginormous blob o' traffic on the 2-lane road in front of the school. Usually, this means that the line of cars waiting to turn left onto the 2-lane road gets backed up into the dropoff lane, making everything even slower and more confused and - yeah. Late to work.
So today The Boy and I hop into the car at - you guessed it - 8:03, and I resign myself to 10 minutes of frustration and coffee sipping.
Except there was no traffic today. None on the 2-lane road. The dropoff lane was mostly deserted, although Traffic Lady was sporting a bright yellow cowboy hat cum straw fedora contraption, so school was obviously in session.
Most people, when confronted with a surprising lack of traffic, will respond with a hearty "woo-hoo!" and continue on their merry way. I am not most people, and my response to this unusual state of affairs was suspicion, followed by paranoia. Where was everyone? Did something happen? Like, say, a mass exposure to a deadly virus? Have the body snatchers started their nefarious work? Is it the beginning of The Stand - do I need to haul butt to Colorado and prepare for a nuclear showdown with the anti-Christ in Las Vegas?
Sigh. I probably need to lay off the Sci-Fi channel for a while.
Anyway, the reason that we aim for 7:55 is because leaving at 8:03 puts us smack dab in the middle of the 8:10 dropoff rush in front of the elementary school, and for reasons elucidated earlier, the dropoff rush is really something best avoided if I have any hope of making it to work in the general vicinity of on-time.
The 8:10 dropoff rush is always further complicated by the fact that it coincides with a ginormous blob o' traffic on the 2-lane road in front of the school. Usually, this means that the line of cars waiting to turn left onto the 2-lane road gets backed up into the dropoff lane, making everything even slower and more confused and - yeah. Late to work.
So today The Boy and I hop into the car at - you guessed it - 8:03, and I resign myself to 10 minutes of frustration and coffee sipping.
Except there was no traffic today. None on the 2-lane road. The dropoff lane was mostly deserted, although Traffic Lady was sporting a bright yellow cowboy hat cum straw fedora contraption, so school was obviously in session.
Most people, when confronted with a surprising lack of traffic, will respond with a hearty "woo-hoo!" and continue on their merry way. I am not most people, and my response to this unusual state of affairs was suspicion, followed by paranoia. Where was everyone? Did something happen? Like, say, a mass exposure to a deadly virus? Have the body snatchers started their nefarious work? Is it the beginning of The Stand - do I need to haul butt to Colorado and prepare for a nuclear showdown with the anti-Christ in Las Vegas?
Sigh. I probably need to lay off the Sci-Fi channel for a while.
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Maybe the rapture? Which conclusion does have certain unsettling implications, obviously.
Jehovah's Witnesses have the best apocalyptic vision if you're designing a violent video game.
I probably need to lay off the Sci-Fi channel for a while.
The Sci Fi Channel should have something as good as that sounds. Lately it's been deadly vermin movies (snakes, rats, arthropods of various sorts). Phooey.
Maybe your entire county was finally sucked up into Raleigh?