Random rambles and remarkably true tales of disaster.
Ms. Merujo, you may in reality only be about six years younger than me, but if you're freakin' driving down Connecticut Avenue extemporaneously recording an audioblog from a Bluetooth headset, you are easily about 30 years hipper than me.Yeah, the quality was pretty crappy, but the hipness factor certainly overshadows that.We're lucky here in Philly that we have very few important people affecting traffic, so all the energy for panic traffic jams can be saved for actual earth-shattering conditions, like drizzle.
Hahahahahahaha! Oh, but the DC drivers panic insanely if there is any weather here at all. Drizzle? A single fart of a snow flurry? People go berserk. It's hilarious to a northerner like me.The other day, when we had Ernesto rain? Omigod. It took me 2.5 hours to get the 15 miles from my apartment to my office. Each leg of the trek, I heard the traffic reports about one minute after I'd get on each overloaded road. First it was high-standing water, then it was a jackknifed tractor-trailer, then more high-standing water. Then, a flash flood. And then, yes, once more, high-standing water. I finally got the giggles each time I heard the traffic reporter start her update...
The sound wasn't bad at all.Don't ya wonder if they paid a bunch of extras to dress up and stand around for this gala event? The theory is if they can get enough Hollywood Hype going maybe they can get enough butts in seats the first weekend before word of mouth does them in.
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