Bridges Bridges Everywhere...

Ah, the open road. I95, EZ Pass, showtunes...I'm sorry, did I say showtunes? I meant kill me. Please. While we have all become accustomed to the trials and tribulations of travel on the east coast during rush hour, sometimes those trials and tribulations can become more, well, trying. Today, for example, the truck (which I was lucky enough not to be in) added over two hours to the trip by crossing the George Washington Bridge, heading west instead of east, crossing the Tappenzee in the wrong direction and then crossing it AGAIN in the right direction. Kudos to you, Ryder truck. I dedicate today's verse to you. If you could sing, I would suggest that you try, but seeing as how you can't even go above sixty five miles per hour, I'm guessing that melody would be a tall order. You're such a loser!

On the tenth day till the end of tour the kids from Classics saw
One missing truck
SANTA FOR HIRE
Tom's bloody nose
and one diabetic seizure...