Story over a Cup: Traffic during quarantine
So, this past weekend, I took my wife to Hobby Airport so she could help her mom move from Massachusetts to Baltimore.
I am never a fan of driving in Houston, especially on a weekend, so I was not particularly looking forward to it.
Even more so, I was not relishing that for an 8:30 a.m. flight, we would have to leave at nearly 4 a.m., accounting for distance and of course, Houston traffic.
Have I mentioned how much I hate driving in Houston?
It never seems to fail, if I am running a little behind, you can bet there is going to be traffic congestion. If I want to be held up, it is smooth sailing.
You need nerves of steel to cross lanes in Houston. And it never fails, your exit is always about six lanes across.
I now know how the frog from Frogger feels.
You just take a deep breath, hit the gas, and go for it.
And there is none of this world-famous Texas friendliness in Houston traffic. Once while on a campaign stop, we got cut off by an older woman who then proceeded to honk and flip us off.
Well, that seemed to change because of COVID-19. The trip up there was remarkably light. Yeah, you could easily say that it was because not even the sun was awake yet; but, I have driven in early morning Houston traffic and still gotten stuck.
On the way there, we talked about song meanings. We have an amazing trip song mix and we like to talk about the songs and the artists. We talked about the madness in the world.
Then comes the subject which every married man dreads: The Honey-Do list.
Build Nuclear Reactor, and of course,
I hate laundry. I mean with a passion. At times, I wonder if it would be cheaper to just work nude than do the laundry.
I listen and promise to get a start on it once I am home. I am figuring that with usual Houston traffic, especially during Memorial Day weekend, I will have at least a week before I get home.
No such luck.
Thanks to a combination of COVID-19, the time of day, and the Houston Traffic Curse, I am making record time.
Did I mention I hate Houston traffic?
Well, on a brighter note, I did get to thinking on the way back at how far I have come.
I mean, I have lived in NINE different decades!
You heard me correctly, the 70s, the 80s, the 90s, the 00s, the 10s, the 20s, March 2020, April 2020, and May 2020!
Until later, my peeps, keep the coffee flowing and hot!
Michael Cole is a syndicated columnist that when he is not writing, he is plotting global domination. You can follow him at www.storyoveracup.com