For about nine months, I spent between and hour and 90 minutes every morning and afternoon mostly staring at the rear bumpers of cars.
I had started a new job before moving to where I live now, and the highway wasn’t equipped to handle the traffic, even with the addition of the breakdown lane as a traffic lane during rush hour — such a Massachusetts thing to do instead of … I don’t know, coming up with ways to lessen congestion or make it more palatable.
Also, for most of that time, there was a construction project that had been going on since approximately the first horse path was carved from the ground and may have just been finished.
Needless to say, I don’t miss it.
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