Why do they call it rush hour?
Because I certainly wasn't rushing any fucking where. I had to dive down into Charlotte today to take a test for the Navy. It takes me about an hour to get down there, not a problem, no scary stuff, no accidents, some road work, but nothing major. I go and take my test, that takes me three hours, *groans*, damn aviation sections. Then, after that fun and happy event, and after my brain and totally turned to mush, I got on the road to head back to college. Right at the start of Rush hour. That's right, I was in traffic with crazy, loopy, and just straight up deranged people. Had some guys cut me off, sudden breaking, but on the up side one guy let me in front of him. It took me two hours to get back to college. Six hours. It was horrible, my head was mush, I had a headache, and I was sweating like crazy. *grumble* It looks good for the Navy program, I just have some more stuff to do. Ok, that is all.