I'll take a tom collins, please.

You know you aren't suppose to be on the road when the following happen on your way to work:

 - you pull onto the street and a big truck is blocking the road in both directions because it's too long to make the turn
- you almost run over an adorable chihuahua (by almost run over I mean slam on your brakes and thank the Lord no one was behind you & the people in the next lane stopped also)
- the guy driving in front of you is going 10 mph below the speed limit, then SLAMS on his brakes and swerves into the left turn lane. you are thisclose to becoming friends with his insurance (assuming he has any)
- you finally think you're in the free & clear... you're almost to work... and a Coroner van pulls up behind you. Creepy.

And this all happens in a 90 minute span from the time you leave your driveway, to the time you pull into work.

I need a drink.