Earlier this week, I was having a crappy day at work. I had to run an errand midday on the north shore, and it took wayyy too long. Then on my way back down the I-93 tunnel southbound, a Truck driver with Quebec plates cut me off (make up your own joke here, at least he made it over the bridge without hitting a pillar), narrowly missing me as it changed lanes at the last second. While I was thankful that it didn't kill me, it did make me miss my exit.
Now I'm emerging from the tunnel into the usual early-afternoon logjam...PO'ed more than ever. Saw the Albany St/South Bay exit and said to myself..I deserve me a Speed's dog after all that. Waited patiently through offramp traffic then made my way to Newmarket Sq and ordered up a big fattie with everything. It was the tastiest late-lunch I've ever had. Nobody in line, easy drive back to the office afterward. Ah, fate.