Yesterday morning I woke up at 6 am. I threw on the outfit that I planned to wear, made my hair look at least presentable, threw everything I had set out in my car, and grabbed a coke from the fridge. I hopped in my clean looking car (good job rain) and drove away from my parents house. I went the normal way I usually go to Route 66, hopped on picked out a CD and turned up the radio. I noticed the traffic already starting to back up ridiculously far at 630 in the morning as I passed 495 and Fairfax and Manassas. Soon the highway became 4 lanes instead of 6. I thought to myself I am making great time. Then I looked at the mile marker 40.
why am I on 66? Im supposed to be on 95 heading to Richmond not 66 heading to Tech. I have work in an hour and a half!!! Panic starts I called the house and luckily dad finds me a route that doesn't involve the crazy traffic back to DC. I get to work only half an hour late, don't miss any calls and still manage to get everything done that I need to.
What scares me is that I drove 30 miles before realizing I wasn't even on the correct highway(scared the crap out of my mom too) How easily I would have been prey to cops I was barely paying attention to anything. Last thing I need is to get another ticket. My car insurance is already through the roof. (I called geico last night turns out they didn't have my last ticket on file, which means I really have to get my own insurance . . .sweet) 2300 a year is ridiculous! I guess its a good thing I didn't get internet or cable I can only afford rent and car insurance. Sigh I need a raise
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