Today was a big day for me. It was the first time I drove (by myself) into Boston from New Hampshire, and it was during rush hour. Cue the scary movie music -- dun dun dun.
Now, I'm not saying that I'm some clueless country girl who's never seen the highway before. But to give you an accurate picture here, let me say that I am from a very rural, Small Town, USA part of New Hampshire.
And New Hampshire drivers? They're quite sweet. Massachusetts drivers? Not so much.
I left my house at 6:15 a.m., knowing that I needed to be in the parking garage by 8:30. Two hours and fifteen minutes. Plenty of time, even with traffic...or so I thought.
Here's how I though the ride would go:
Look at me! All independent and grown up, going to the city by myself.
I've got the music going, so it's time to kick back, relax, and sing to the steering wheel like it's my job.
What a nice, smooth drive. Cap it off with some prime parking. Hey, I'm even fifteen minutes early!
Here's how it actually went:So I got a bit of a late start. But I'll drive really carefully and focus, and it'll all be fine.
That sign did not say that it will take 28 minutes to drive four miles with the traffic. Who has time for that? That's got to be a joke. Got to be.
OK, if I'm off the highway in the next ten minutes, I won't be late. Time to pull out my best driving skills, weaving between cars like this is Leap Frog.
It's 8:29 -- I am not late!
Let me just personally apologize to all Massachusetts drivers for the nuisance I was on the road today.
