For most of my adult life I have firmly believed that Thursday is the strangest day of the week. If something really funky is going to happen, it’s probably going to happen on a Thursday. Today proved my theory big time.
This morning, I woke up WAY late. I was in pain last night and didn’t get to sleep until after midnight and that makes it tough to get up on time when one’s alarm is set for 3:15 a.m. At any rate, I rushed to shower, feed the cats and get out the door.
As I was driving to work I was doing a little “overly-expedient driving” shall we say. All of a sudden, a Pinal County Sheriff’s car passes me like I am in reverse. No lights, no siren, just a police car hauling butt. That car had to be doing 75-80. I was just glad that he wasn’t paying attention to me.
About ten miles later, we come upon an accident scene that is being cleared, but traffic is down to a crawl. It took over 40 minutes to travel three miles. Perhaps that’s where the sheriff’s car was going. I had my foot off the accelerator for so long, I nearly forgot where it was when the time came to use it again.
Once we got passed the bottleneck, I start traveling again only to run into a school zone sign that was flashing an hour before it was supposed to. Since it was flashing, even though it was an error, I still slowed down to the posted 25 MPH. Yes, I’ll speed from time-to-time, but not in a school zone and not in Apache Junction, Arizona. They don’t play in Apache Junction.
After the school zone, I pick up speed and continue to make my way to work, only to pull up on a DPS car. For those of you outside of Arizona, DPS (Department of Public Safety) is Arizona’s highway patrol. Needless to say, I slowed down again.
Once I started making good time and was almost to work, only a little late, I ended up behind a semi which apparently couldn’t go faster than 20 MPH and, by this point, traffic was such that passing it wasn’t really an option. Finally, after what seemed like a year or two, I did manage to pass the tortoise-like rig only to end up in a road construction zone. Less than three miles from work and I’m dealing with people trying to merge into a lane full of people who don’t want them to merge. Fortunately for me, I was in the proper lane, but it was still slow going.
Finally, an hour late, I arrived at work. I came in shaking my head and all I could conclude was, “well, it sure is Thursday.”