The other day, Karen and I were in a small town leaving and we both looked at our watches and remembered we were not in Atlanta then.
You see, when you are traveling anywhere in Atlanta during rush hour ( and I mean anywhere including down the street) you have to think about how bad traffic is going to be.
Today, after leaving a meeting, my colleague said to go away from the expressway due to a wreck. After giving me directions, I did. Guess what? You guessed it. Traffic. A lot of it.
After 20 minutes of going the 'backway' to 'go down' so I could miss traffic. I got back on the expressway with thousands of lights in my rearview mirror.
The light - police, ambulance, firetrucks, etc.
I was ahead.
Just another thing I have to honestly say "ah" to living in Atlanta.
Patience. It is a virtue. Don't ever pray for it. You will get it!