The trouble with getting stuck in traffic is that you can’t complain about it to anyone. Well,technically you can complain, but you’re not going to get any sympathy. Because all traffic stories are boring.
So I’m not asking for any sympathy when I tell you that on Sunday night, I got caught up in the perfect story of construction traffic. I traveled about 3 miles in 1.5 hours—going north on the 15, from LA—and then, finally, I got to Primm.
I’ve always said that I wanted to spend some QT in Primm, but I’ve always said it as a joke. Karma, though, didn’t catch the humor.
So, because the traffic showed no signs of dying down, I spent the night in a Primm hotel. I won’t reveal which one, but I’ll tell you that the room hallway smelled like feces.
The only fun part of the drive home was coming across a 12-pack of dice at a gas station. Packaged as “Funny Games” alongside the slogan, “This is an interesting toys [sic].”
I have trouble believing that rolling 12 dice could ever be “funny,” let alone fun, but I’ll tell you this much: I’d rather do that then get back on the 15.