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Digger
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Took me 35 minutes to drive 2 miles to CSM today.
Waldorf is way out of control.
Waldorf is way out of control.
or walk....move.. you are 19...there are plenty of oppertunites for 19 year olds out there.
Get creative... find an alternate route, or a mo-ped and skirt through the traffic, or talk to your boss and see if you can start 30 minutes early to avoid rush hour... oh, sorry, I guess you can ignore that last option.
Not around here. More than $1500 to rent a 1 bedroom apartment.
When I say MOVE I MEAN MOVE...away. If not well stop yer bitch!ing
Wow, if I complained every time I got caught in traffic... Let's see since April I have put over 18000 miles on my car driving for work, I would never stop complaining. Okay so let's complain about construction. My road is currently closed and for some reason the truck drivers ignore the road closed sign 5 miles back and when they get to my house realize the road really is closed and are pretty much using my drive/yard to turn around.... Let's see what other things can we complain about.... oh gas is $3.09. Life doesn't it just suck....
Oh to be 19 and be able to complain about traffic....
I just wish I was 19 again.
Do not listen to them telling you to move. Stay right where you are. You are settled and in a routine. In fact, let me tell you a little story:
A traveler came upon an old farmer hoeing in his field beside the road. Eager to rest his feet, the wanderer hailed the countryman, who seemed happy enough to straighten his back and talk for a moment.
"What sort of people live in the next town?" asked the stranger.
"What were the people like where you've come from?" replied the farmer, answering the question with another question.
"They were a bad lot. Nobody liked the race coverage on ESPN or ABC. I'm happy to be leaving the scoundrels."
"Is that so?" replied the old farmer. "Well, I'm afraid that you'll find the same sort in the next town.
Disappointed, the traveler trudged on his way, and the farmer returned to his work.
Some time later another stranger, coming from the same direction, hailed the farmer, and they stopped to talk. "What sort of people live in the next town?" he asked.
"What were the people like where you've come from?" replied the farmer once again.
"They were the best people in the world. Everyone loves the race coverage on ESPN/ABC."
"Fear not," said the farmer. "You'll find the same sort in the next town."