I am a prize idiot. I'm pretty sure that I've officially earned that title, and dammit I'm gonna wear it proudly! Yesterday, we had probably one of the worst snows since I've lived here. And it came out of nowhere, at least for me, because I'd broken my ritual of checking the weather every morning this week. For obvious reasons, my mental schedule is a bit off right now.
I left work at 4:20, right when the snow started to pick up. Big ol' fat snow, as I like to call it. I didn't have anything to do that couldn't wait but I was feeling over zealous and wanted to be productive. I have a bulk order from some necklaces that I needed more chain and wire for, but again... not pressing. I decided to go anyway. As I'm leaving the store, the weather had gotten much worse, but I decided I hadn't quite done enough to earn my "idiot" badge so I made a trip out to Abuelo's to get some take out for dinner.
For those of you who don't live in Knoxville, the bead store is in the Northshore area and Abuelo's is in Turkey Creek. Normally, this wouldn't really be too far out of my way. Both are in West Knoxville. See fancy enclosed map below for an exact idea of where I was going. The map says 16 minutes but I've made it from this part of town to Turkey Creek in about 12 minutes before.
I called my food order in about 5:10. And that's about when I noticed the traffic. The interstate is less than a mile from this store, yet it took me 10 minutes to get there anyway. Don't even get me started on the interstate itself. While I was on top of an overpass on 40, I got the urge to look around at the streets and Oh...my...god... every single road, even podunk roads were severely backed up. Didn't make my night look good. I know the weather caused it, but it got me thinking... this kind of weather makes people want to get OFF the roads, but it was like a massive Facebook invite went out about being on the roads last night. And everyone accepted. This kind of traffic would make rush hour blush. Remember that 16 minute estimate? It took me over 50. And I didn't get home until almost 7. It was a nightmare.
The funny part of this story is how I was acting in the car. Ya know how you get to those moments where you're so flabbergasted at the way a situation is going that you just start to talk to yourself? I did that. A lot. If I lost a year off my life for every insult I get, I'd have died at my own hand last night. Because I didn't have to do any of this, I just got the urge to. And lest I remind you, it started snowing as I left work, so it's not like it started after I'd already committed to this. Jordan and I have a joke that started when I told him years ago that I was convinced that he held me responsible for everything that goes wrong in his life. My theory was that I could be on the other side of the world, minding my onesy, and he could stub his toe and his first thought would be, "EFFING MEREDITH!!" A bit more colorful, of course, but I've decided to censor myself for shits and gigglies today. Well... last night, those words were uttered quite a bit and Jordan wasn't saying them! Yeah... good thing insults can't kill a person.
I can honestly say I've officially earned my "idiot" badge. My sash is running out of room, at the rate I'm pulling these stunts. Oh well... at least I possess the ability to laugh at myself.
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