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I live in a major city (let’s say Kansas City) and our traffic flow fluctuates from tolerable to insane without notice. The other day I was late to work because of those left lane drivers that drive slower than the right lane drivers. You want to crash your car into them, but you know if you do you will only be that much later, so you glare at them as if you have “the force” and you can will them out of your way. I was not fortunate enough to will this person out of my way, nor could I pass them, it was pretty craptaculous.
As I set down all of my belongings the coworker walks up, I mumble something about traffic and he says “You think traffic is bad here you haven’t SEEN traffic, try driving around my home town of Fowler.”
So, you just compared the traffic of about 463,000 people to about 590. Of course traffic is bad there you have to share one lane for both directions of traffic, and everyone is using trackers instead of real cars to get around. Just because your home town isn’t industrialized doesn’t mean it has more traffic… go grab a tumbleweed and play soccer with it, as I am sure you did growing up because you were too poor for allergies but too rich to give a shit.
(This is not a burn on Fowler, my cousin is from Fowler (and I love it there) it is a burn on the actual Podunk location he mentioned… it’s a shit hole that no one should ever live in and is only a means to get to another location. One drives through his home town and hopes to make it out alive; please don’t let the Hills Have Eyes creatures come out and get me, please don’t let the Hills Have Eyes creatures come out and get me. The mantra of any driver not from the Podunk town).
-ducksoup- 