S.N.A.F.U.

Someone screwed up, plain and simple. I got up early, as did the other guys, to attend a company meeting at 7:30 am. As soon as I reached the top of the on-ramp, I knew I was in TROUBLE. Having gotten a quarter-mile down the highway, I realized that putting the vehicle in "park" was easier than keeping my foot planted on the brake pedal. I assumed there was an accident, but that was confirmed when the flatbed tow truck that was dispatched to remove the affected vehicles stopped next to me, lights flashing. It sat, parked next to me, for ten minutes without moving. The cars in front of it couldn't even move out of the way. As I sat in the highway-turned-parking lot on this cool morning, I noticed that the rising sun was illuminating the clouds in a unique way and took this picture. Note the water tower in the center of the photo. It's about a half-mile away. By the time I made it to the water tower, it was 7:15. By the time I made it to Mexico road to find a faster way to work, it was 7:35. Having staved off the call of nature for the past 45 minutes, I decided to go around everyone who was waiting to get onto Mexico and head back home. In almost an hour, I'd only made it 2 miles from the house. Of course, having gotten onto the highway near where the accident occurred, Ted had almost made it to work. Amazing what a difference living 1 mile farther down the highway can make. I turned on the local news, waiting for a traffic report. Of course, they don't report anything this far west, so I have no idea when I can safely leave for work again. I think the worst is over (the traffic AND my trips to the restroom), so I'll try it again.