![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Driving back to the hotel
Nov. 18th, 2008 01:15 pmIt takes me about 17 minutes in the morning to drive from my hotel to work. On a typical day during rush hour, it can take as much as 45 minutes to make it back to the hotel. The stop and go traffic on my route is only for the last few miles into the edge of town. It is not bad.
Until today. Today the stopped traffic was just outside the gate of work. Feet outside. And evidently my ENTIRE route to the hotel was one solid line of cars. Something about a big rugby game. After 75 minutes, I went to the tailgate of my rental car(stopped traffic?), pulled out the GPS, and tried to find another route to my hotel. I did, one that actually got me out of first gear for the first time since I left work. Yay, second gear. *grim look*
And unlike typical Limerick drivers, these were RUDE. Crazy rude. I must have gotten illegally cut off in insane ways at least 10 times. And I did it to others (mostly without meaning to) at least 4 times just to make my turns. My bloodpressure by the time I made it two 3 miles from my hotel was... high. *grind teeth* The next-to-final straw was that as I crept along the road to my hotel, the pedestrian traffic got heaver. And heavier. And heavier.
Evidently this freakin' event is RIGHT NEXT TO MY HOTEL. *bash head on desk* I turned into my hotel parking lot after TWO HOURS and not only was it full (for the first time since I got here), they were double and triple parked. Completely illegally. I was utterly out of patience. I parked in the "Set Down Only" zone in front of the hotel, stormed past about 50 raving fans in matching colors and went to the front desk, "I am Actual Guest At This Hotel. Where can I park my car?"
They found me a parking space.
As long as I don't see anyone else this evening, they all may live.
Until today. Today the stopped traffic was just outside the gate of work. Feet outside. And evidently my ENTIRE route to the hotel was one solid line of cars. Something about a big rugby game. After 75 minutes, I went to the tailgate of my rental car(stopped traffic?), pulled out the GPS, and tried to find another route to my hotel. I did, one that actually got me out of first gear for the first time since I left work. Yay, second gear. *grim look*
And unlike typical Limerick drivers, these were RUDE. Crazy rude. I must have gotten illegally cut off in insane ways at least 10 times. And I did it to others (mostly without meaning to) at least 4 times just to make my turns. My bloodpressure by the time I made it two 3 miles from my hotel was... high. *grind teeth* The next-to-final straw was that as I crept along the road to my hotel, the pedestrian traffic got heaver. And heavier. And heavier.
Evidently this freakin' event is RIGHT NEXT TO MY HOTEL. *bash head on desk* I turned into my hotel parking lot after TWO HOURS and not only was it full (for the first time since I got here), they were double and triple parked. Completely illegally. I was utterly out of patience. I parked in the "Set Down Only" zone in front of the hotel, stormed past about 50 raving fans in matching colors and went to the front desk, "I am Actual Guest At This Hotel. Where can I park my car?"
They found me a parking space.
As long as I don't see anyone else this evening, they all may live.
