11.30.2009

My Case For: traffic


To start, a few things this post does not include:

1. The band Traffic
2. The movie “Traffic”
3. Traffic when I’m driving my manual Volkswagen Jetta
4. Traffic when I’m trying to get to work

Okay, so maybe this post should be entitled “My Case For: Traffic (when I’m not driving my car or trying to get somewhere on time).” Fair enough.

But I just got home from a seven hour car ride, and I loved it. I wasn’t driving, I caught up on some rest, listened to the Jets game, listened to the Vikings game, and made up scenarios in my mind about our compatriots stuck on the New Jersey Turnpike.

Plus (because of how long the trip was taking) we stopped at a rest stop and I was able to snag my annual Roy Rogers Gold Rush chicken sandwich. Chicken. Bacon. Cheese. Honey-spicy (?) sauce. It’s like Roy Rogers looked into the future, saw my likes and dislikes, and created a sandwich just for me.

Looking back on this post, I realize that maybe it’s not the traffic I like so much, just the sandwich. Which DOES deserve it’s own post, but I just spent seven hours in a car, damn it, and I’m tired.

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Posted by Bradford Pearson at 12:55 AM

2 comments:

  1. never did see that double down at kfc, i thought that would be a delicious way to commit suicide by eating 7 in a row...

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  2. $ In My PocketNov 30, 2009 11:07 AM

    I see there's no BK Lounge on that picture (which I believe is the Molly Pitcher Rest Area). I know your affinity to Roy, but I can't get over the fact that I must go to the fixins area which has inevitably been spit in numerous times. BK does it my way for free and without spit - well most of the time.

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