Wednesday, October 3, 2012
So, with knowing all this, and having graduated from college, the husband and I decided to stupidly drive right into the epicenter of this madness. Things were going alright until we decided to exit the freeway about two miles before the real traffic began and take side streets home. Honestly, (I'm writing this with my head down) it seemed like a good idea...but then...actually before I write what happened let me ask you: What do you think would be a good idea for LA to do when they shut down a major freeway?
a. Have city officials at corners and stopped lights offering their apologies for the traffic inconvenience through free hot dogs and popsicles?
b. Place clear and easily understandable signs directing people to alternate routes in order to speed along their travel?
c. CLOSE OFF A MAJOR SIDE STREET WITH A TRIATHLON SO NO ONE CAN GET EITHER NORTH OR SOUTH.
I guess you know what happened. I have never been so angry in my life. We get off the freeway and are instantly dumped into another cluster of traffic. No one knows what is going on, cops are sitting there defending the cross street and the idiots on bikes, who are participating in this triathlon sponsored by Satan, and all we are told is, "Get back on the freeway." Really? This was the plan? Close off a major street and push cars back onto a gridlock freeway?
Honestly, if anyone knows who approved a triathlon on Carmaggedon I would pay handsomely for either their hanging, incarceration or the loss of their employment. I will pay double if you make all three happen. Come on people, it's Carameggdon - you don't do this kind of stuff.