grid lock
3:30 p.m. 1st attempt to leave indy.
wreck on 65. traffic backed up. continued on,
almost out of petrol - gas...
and went, and went, and went some more w/out
any sign of a station of the gas
and then i finally found one,
swinging in on fumes alone.
pumped some gas into box
with wheels and held the
hood for a lady so she
could put oil in her
car - how ironic,
eh?
back to the hi-way-
apocalyptic drag-race to the death.
and then stop.
another accident.
start. stop.
start. stop.
guy in truck
jockeys for
position at
5 miles per
hour...
finally break
free and then
there's gridlock
where they're
fixing 69 so i
start and stop
and start and
stop again and
there's one car that goes real slow,
not letting people rush ahead to
cut into line. happened eventually,
though - people in a hurry to get home.
the exit a few hundred feet away.
driving on the berm to get off the exit
after earlier beeping at someone for
doing the same.
and then pendleton was gridlocked
because a thousand other friday-
wanna-get-home joes had thought
up the same thought as me - we'll
go around.
finally through town, though, and
there was this look on one driver's
face - in the opposite lane, waiting
to turn left - that said it had been
happeneing everyday since the work
on the inter-state began and 1,000s
of tgif-joes had a brilliant idea - sneaking
through pendleton.
and then back on 67/69. and then
grid lock. and then finally home.
safe.
whatta day.
- by kpaul.mallasch
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