Now, I don’t want to dwell on the expressway issues I have to face every day I must travel, it just mmakes my blood pressure skyrocket.

On the other hand, there was a moment today that is worth mentioning. I was heading northbound quite early on 294, and coming into the 163rd street toll plaza, there was quite a backup. Traffic was not moving at all, when it was doing anything. Along in the safety lane comes a decrepit K car, knocking down barriers and plowing roadcones out of the way at an alarming rate. the driver rounds the curve to find that her progress has been blocked by a concrete median which will not yield to her K car.

So she stops.

She opens her door. She is in a position where pretty much only I can see her. She doesn’t even look around. She just lifts her skirt, peels off her underwear at about mach three,squats, and pisses and drops a huge load right there on the expressway, between her car and the concrete median blocks. I’m watching this from behind, able to see pretty much everything, from about two car lengths back. She’s a nice looking woman with short dark hair and a paisley skirt, a maroon turtleneck. And now I’ve watched her use the business end of.. her business.

No, It did not engage my prurient interests.

Yes, I completely sympathised with her, I’ve had more than my share of those, er, moments of human urgency.

Hope she made it the rest of the way OK.