This is what it looked like in front of me:
And this is what it looked like behind me:
I was driving on I-76 after work and was cruising along as I always do. Then, a couple miles away from the junction to I-70, the cars are stopped. I groan as I slowly come to halt. I can't see how many cars are backed up in front of me, and I try to keep my thoughts positive. Five minutes pass. Ten minutes pass. I barely inch along. I'm approaching the exit to Sheridan, which could get me home, but I think that the backup is probably due to some kind of construction, and that once I pass the construction, I can easily continue cruising home. Negative. I miss the Sheridan exit and am consequently stuck in inching traffic.
So, I decide to get off at the Wadsworth exit instead. As I approach the Wadsworth exit, I realize that everyone is getting off at the Wadsworth exit, because an entire section of I-70 was closed off because of an accident of which I could see absolutely zero evidence except some police car lights.
It takes me another fifteen to twenty minutes to get home from Wadsworth.
No air conditioning. I had sweat in my hair, sweat creeping down my back, sweat making my legs stick to my jeans, and sweat creeping in other places. And the car started smelling funny. I inched along I-76 long enough for me to listen to the entire soundtrack of "13 Going on 30." I left work a little after 4:00 and didn't get home until almost 5:30.
I should have exited at Sheridan.
PS--Why did no one tell me I spelled "punctuate" wrong in my "about me" section in my profile?? Good grief. Some editor I am . . . .