One of the things I like best about working in a small town is that I don't have to fight traffic. Until now. Tonight, I battled bridge construction of epic proportions.
6:35 pm I walk to my classroom before leaving, and notice that traffic is backed up to the high school.
6:38 pm I get in my car, and leave the parking lot.
6:40 pm A nice driver motions me onto the highway.
7:18 pm I cross the bridge...at this point, I have traveled approximately 1 mile.
7:53 pm I arrive home.
40 minutes in traffic. For a commute that normally take 35 minutes total. Thanks to bridge construction that was supposed to be over a couple of weeks ago. Friday is the start of a local well-known festival, which is sure to draw plenty of extra traffic. If I leave right after school, I might make it home before dark.