on friday, my 36 mile commute home turned into a five hour ordeal due to the snowstorm that hit rhode island. many people abandoned their cars, or drove them off the road but i had nowhere to go so i stayed in the car struggling to keep warm. when you are stuck in a car for five hours, moving about 100 yards in three hours, you do a lot of thinking. among my thoughts:

hour one: boy theres a lot of traffic. hope i can make dinner at 7:15.
hour two: wow, i havent moved but one mile in two hours, this really sucks. listened to sports talk on the radio. realized i'm not going to make dinner.
hour three: still on same road. four miles in three hours. slowly realizing i may never have another meal in this lifetime. listened intently to religious programming on a.m. radio. found jesus. recited ten hail marys and ten how's your fathers. put all cds except soul junk and neutral milk hotel in back seat. cried myself to sleep while listening to 1957. searched all dunkin donut bags in back seat for morsals of food. no luck.
hour four: spent time wondering if i had to eat one part of my body to stay alive, which one would it be. decided it would have to be my left arm. traffic breaks and i
finally reached the first bridge. cannot figure out why my small four cylinder car is remaining on the road while other much larger and more expensive cars are embedded in snow banks. renounced my new found religion, grabbed all cd's from back seat, listened to zeke at top volume.
hour five: crossed the last two bridges. played oldies on the fm dial. cried along to the carpenters and sam cooke. pulled myself together, got home safe. took a ten minute pee once inside.

75orLess @ 11:23 AM