Lessons from the Worst Commute of My Life
One hour into my commute, I learned it had barely begun. Strangely enough, I foresaw this in a dream. In the dream, I was on I-5, headed south from downtown. For the first minute, it looked like I had the highway to myself. Then I saw the brake lights: traffic was completely stopped. I consulted my phone, looking for an alternate route, and saw something a lot like this: Every road, whether highway, byway, or surface road was dark red. There was no way for me to get home: the entire city was gridlocked. Oddly, there was no snow in the dream, which then morphed to me having dinner with the Trump family. Their servants were squirting beverages into their mouths from squeeze bottles, because apparently they'd never had to learn to use drinking glasses. There were two trays of food on the table, and both were beef, so I was going hungry. It didn't bother them at all that they were snubbing their dinner guest: after all, they'd won the election without the help...