Commute traffic Stories

It was a typical Friday afternoon commute on the interstate. It was 4:00 pm, and all five eastbound lanes were bumper-to-bumper, stop-and-go at 20mph. Scott looked at his iPhone GPS map and read that he still had sixty-three miles to his house, and the estimated drive time was two hours and sixteen minutes. “Are you fucking kidding me?” he said aloud to no one in his car. “This is usually an hour drive with no traffic.” H...