Maybe you can solve a mystery for me.
Yesterday evening, it took me an extra half hour to get over the Woodrow Wilson bridge and it got me thinking.
I accept that I live far from work and there will be times my usual 40 minute commute will stretch toward infinity, like so many white women Sweatin' to the Oldies.
I understand that weather will paralyze people, that construction will completely confound people, that a truck stopped on the side of the road will be a tantalizing mystery whose depths must be plumbed.
People who are already bad drivers will get on their cells and become ridiculously worse drivers. In fact, I am always disappointed when I drive by a terrible driver and discover they are not on the phone. I do so want to be able to blame something besides their basic ineptitude.
But all this is the reality. What I don't understand is this phenomenon:
When the traffic finally clears ahead after a long back up where drivers have inched along for miles, why doesn't everybody resume normal speed?
I was going 10 miles per hour for the last 20 minutes so I guess I'll just keep doing that. La, la, la.
WHY?! At least drive the posted minimum speed limit!
I wind up swerving around these road blocks and wonder what they could possibly be thinking.
It's like people fall into a trance. I don't get it.