Crazy Traffic

I have come to the conclusion that if you live in the city you never judge a place’s distance by miles, but rather the time. This time, however, changes at least three times a day. The distance a place is from you at two in the afternoon is very different from its distance at five in the afternoon or even seven-thirty on a Tuesday morning.

Now, I am a country girl and if something is twenty miles away then that means that I can get there in about fifteen minutes, depending on if I can take the back-roads and how muddy the ruts are if we’ve had a rain. I just got back from visiting family in Fort Worth and Grand Prairie, however when we left Fort Worth, entered Lake Worth, touched the edge of Arlington and entered Grand Prairie is all beyond me. Best I could tell we never left Fort Worth. Anyway, when you say something is ten miles away in the city, then that means you better give yourself an hour and twenty minutes to get there.

This is just ridiculous to me. I’ll admit, I don’t have much patience and waiting is something that I just do not do well, but I don’t see how people can drive in that stand-still, creep along, cut you off if you leave a two-inch gap kind of traffic twice a day! No wonder so many people are on Prozac today.
Where I live, if you have to wait for two red lights it is considered heavy traffic and people get aggravated. You can live totally across town and allow yourself fifteen-minutes to get to work. I am pretty sure that is the equivalent of working at the end of your block in city time. All in all, I cannot honestly say if I admire city people for being able to handle driving in traffic everyday, or if I think they are just plain crazy for living in a city where they have to do it.