Traffic Jam
Got stuck in traffic this weekend. For miles there were signs saying - congestion ahead seek alternate route, but none of us really knew the full extent of the backup. It turned out to be a 3 hour 10 mile jam with traffic barely inching forward. Hoping to see some action, I stayed in the right lane. As I inched forward, many cars were stopped on the side of the road, but I did not see anyone get out. About an hour and a half into the jam, I see a car signaling right. Over the course of about 2 minutes they make their way over to my lane. Hastily the car darted into the shoulder and parked. A moderately attractive middle age woman (maybe 40 or 45), with dark hair, blue jeans, and a pink t-shirt rushed out with a look of extreme desperation (though no wet spot that I could see). She both quickly and awkwardly (because of her desperation) made her way across the gravel of the shoulder and over the concrete barrier at the edge. On the other side she squatted with only the top of her head visible. She spent a long time behind the barrier -- so long in fact that she was mostly just a spec in my rear view mirror when I saw her hobble back to her car.
At 3 hours I am surprised that I did not see even more people squatting behind the barrier, but the image of that surprisingly attractive woman pissing (albeit hidden) in front of hundreds of cars made the whole wasted afternoon worth it.
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