The commute from hell

Typically, I think my commute is pretty annoying, it seems like every asshole on the road is attracted to my car every time the key goes into the ignition. I take back when I said that driving was ever relaxing. Granted I’m only driving for about 10 minutes, 20 if people are feeling extra special; but each enternally long minute is filled with enough rage, cursing and offense hand gestures to last two lifetimes, if not more.

Dealing with bumper to bumper all over hell’s half acre because I seem to think it’s a fantastic idea to travel by car on holidays (as does every other half witted idiot out there) but nothing takes the cake as this does. Naturally, it’s an Asian country as well, serving nothing else but furthering the stereotype that they have no clue how to drive.

60 fucking miles of gridlocked traffic?! To only add insult to injury the locals along the way have set up stands along the road where they’re selling overpriced food and drink to travelers who have been stuck in commute for god knows how long. This is when a hot tub time machine or polar bear would really come in useful…

*photo via BBC