I had to drive into the city Wednesday night to attend a function with one of my agency’s clients.
The function was scheduled to start at 6:30 pm, and although it was a Black function, CPT did not apply, as it was being hosted by Republicans.
I was a tad ‘dandy’ getting dressed (dandy=picky and fastidious) and as a result, got a late start.
I am a dandy. Look at how I stand.
I had fully intended to leave at 5:30, giving myself a full hour to travel the 19 miles from my house to my destination.
Without traffic, the trip would have taken 29 minutes.
Accounting for traffic, I figured would add 30 minutes to my trip, so the hour I had set aside would have been sufficient.
But I was walking out of my house at 5:51. Geeeeezzzzzzuuuuussssss!
I’ll just have to put the pedal to the metal. I can get there in 39 minutes.
I jumped into my jeep and it was smooth sailing.
Hit 280 East, jumped on the Turnpike to the Lincoln Tunnel exit and it was all good…that is until I hit 495, and everything slowed to a crawl.
6:08. I can make it into the city in 21 minutes.
6:13. I’d traveled all of a few hundred feet. I’ve still got 18 minutes. I can make it.
6:18. Five car lengths in five minutes? Will you people f*cking drive your cars! I think I can make it.
6:24. I’m a good half mile from the entrance to the tunnel and all I see are brake lights. There’s no way I’m going to make it.
6:30. The source of the snail’s crawl, an accident between a tour bus and a Nissan, take up two of lanes of traffic leading into the tunnel. It looks like there’s no traffic after the accident! Maybe I won’t be that late after all.
6:35. I can finally see the tubes leading to the tunnel, jam packed with chumpish drivers trying to funnel their way down into two lanes. Drive with purpose people! With purpose!
6:49. I enter the Lincoln Tunnel. You people suck!
7:01 I finally get to my destination after being informed that my parking will cost $50 because it’s ‘oversized.’ NY parking garages suck.
Luckily my client hasn’t gone on yet, and the function is just getting started. Yay for CPT time!
Today’s lesson, in prose:
Being a dandy, on someone else’s dime, will make you late, every time.
To be punctual, I’ll give you the skinny. Leave early. The road’s full o’ ninnies.
At least you were well dressed LOL. I am cronically early and it drives the Mrs nuts. Since she too is a dandy. When traveling into the city I leave 1.5hrs before the time I plan to arrive. Something almost always slows us down…
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I’m trying to cultivate my ‘chronically early’ my damn self. There is absolutely nothing wrong with that at all. If I had the wife with me, forget about it. I’d have been happy to get there by 8! Real talk!
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