Every morning when I wake up, the first thing I do is wish it was Saturday and I force myself to forget exactly what day of the week it actually is. After reality wins and sets in, my second thought is wishing for no traffic.

The anticipation of a clear freeway keeps me excited while getting ready every morning and I’m terribly disappointed as soon as the on ramp turns into brake lights.

Unlike Space Mountain at Disneyland, the wait is not worth it. Here we are, sitting in traffic and for what; to get to work and sit at our desks for the next eight hours? 

Road rage is not the right term for gridlock, but it adds to people’s rage – not letting others change lanes, speeding up when someone tries to get to an off ramp, etc. 

I have tried alternate routes, like various highways, side streets, alleys.  But I have found I am even more pissed off when I see people running and jogging with friends and dogs…I am convinced they are pointing and laughing at me because they know I am on my way to work. So, back to the freeway I go.

So the next time you see a Moped weaving in and out of cars at 40 mph on a crowded freeway, honk and wave at a fellow Biz Pain member. It’s probably me.