We just watched Due Date in it's entirety. And only moved 3 miles. According to Harrisburg news, it was a three-car accident with one fatality. I was thinking something like that had to happen to create such a jam.
I think we're close to being out of it. Thoughts go out to the family who lost someone today.
I won't complain anymore because it could be way worse.
My hand still hurts, but that nasty blister I posted on DDP this morning has been drained by me. It was very gross but totally necessary. It was a little bigger an a quarter and was hard like a rock, and it was very uncomfortable to close my hand. But hey, at least I still have my hand. Besides, Lindsay digs my scars!
Location:Somewhere on I-81, Pennsylvania
2 comments:
I always feel so bad when I bitch about traffic and then pass the accident and find out it was a really bad one. :(
Your comment about Lindsay and your scars made me think of "Chicks Dig It" by Chris Cagle. It's one of those funny, tells-a-story country songs...lol
Yes indeed, I mean no--- traffic is not cool at all. I think when back in late 1800 or early 1900, when we had a lot of money, America wanted to invest somewhere, either in mas transportation busses or building highways, guess who lobbied against mas transportation? You would think it was the automobile industry, na it was the tire industry. Let me know if I am wrong.
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