"Natives who beat drums to drive off evil spirits are objects of scorn to smart Americans who blow horns to break up traffic jams."
~ Mary Ellen Kelly ~
A road construction bumper-to-bumper traffic jam is a bitter pill to swallow. And yet, it happens.
I find I can be patient for so long, and then my hamstring starts to lock up and I get restless and impatient and feel like enough is enough and get me out of here. But there's no getting out. There's only getting through. Isn't that always the way?
I accept that life has construction zones, and sometimes I am forced to slow down.