Here’s the hard truth: I-95 north is a cosmic joke. It’s a portal to a dimension where time slows down and your coffee gets cold. You’re not stuck in traffic—you’re in a collective purgatory with people who sing off-key.
So what do you do? Check Waze? Waze will tell you to take a “shortcut” through a dirt road behind a Dunkin’ Donuts. Then you end up more lost than a GPS in a tunnel.
Or you can sit back, accept your fate, and practice breathing exercises. Or scream into the void. Both are valid.
