Oh traffic. How I loathe thee. Friday afternoon, 3 o'clock, here in Bothell. I guess I should have simply waited until rush hour was over, but I thought that I was awesome enough to fly through without having to pay the price for not leaving sooner. I was all prepared to make the trek down south to Puyallup. I should have known better and been ready to leave sooner. But I got to enjoy one of the last nice sunny afternoons of the season, sitting in my car with the windows down and music going. Now I have no need for using my GPS any longer to find my way to Puyallup...but I had it out and going to help "predict" my arrival time, which kept being pushed later and later. I was on the final leg of the journey and had hit yet ANOTHER traffic snarl. I mean snarl in that I was moving at speeds that were barely registering on my speedometer...when my GPS (with whom I have a shaky relationship with already) asked me:
"Would you like to switch to pedestrian mode?"
Umm...not particularly. Thanks for rubbing it in.
