Seleca's Harp (selecasharp) wrote,
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SOMEONE hates me

I am happily zooming along on the freeway I usually drive, when suddenly - everyone stops. There's a bit of construction going on (of course; up here the four seasons are almost winter, winter, still winter, and construction) but it's never slowed us down much before, so I figure a bit of a wait and then I'd be on my way.

Two hours later, I have gone two miles.

Listening to the radio affords me the information that, for some reason, the road ahead is closed. I was stopped JUST PAST exit 17 - the next exit is not until 22, so yes, over two hours to go five miles. With Jess as my co-pilot (using the interweb to get me directions), I take exit 22 as soon as I get to it, follow some complicated directions the_sports_geek gave but they at least keep me on PAVED roads (which trust me are a rarity down there), and after a long while wandering around in the bumfuck part of the state I get to the road I know while will take me straight home, albeit after awhile. Smooth sailing, I think! I know how to get home from here, even if I've never been THIS far south on this road! Happily I drive, anticipating getting the fuck out of the car.

Until I find out THIS ROAD IS CLOSED TOO.

Q#(%*&Q#(*%&Q#*!

A ridiculously long detour later (seriously, ridiculously long as there are NO ROADS SOUTH OF ME APPARENTLY), I FINALLY get home. Elapsed driving time: 3 hours, 15 minutes. Usual elapsed driving time: one hour. Swimming: a no-go as it's waaaaaaaay past pool closing time. Dinner: two hours late. Me: NOT HAPPY.

Sigh.
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