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Home again, home again, jiggedy jig...
Left Manassas around 830ish... got home around 1830. Weather cooperated until we approached the Mass/Conn border, when the rain got a little heavier. All in all, we made good time, what with the holiday traffic and all.
My question is: Why do people feel the urge to slow down and have a look at some poor soul who's been pulled over, or has had an accident or car trouble... even if it's on the other side of the highway?? I know, I know, Schadenfreude... or at least curiosity... but you can satisfy your curiosity and still manage the speed limit. Imagine... three miles of traffic going at 30 mph, just so some yoyos can watch someone at the side of the road change a tire.
Traffic... you can have it...
Left Manassas around 830ish... got home around 1830. Weather cooperated until we approached the Mass/Conn border, when the rain got a little heavier. All in all, we made good time, what with the holiday traffic and all.
My question is: Why do people feel the urge to slow down and have a look at some poor soul who's been pulled over, or has had an accident or car trouble... even if it's on the other side of the highway?? I know, I know, Schadenfreude... or at least curiosity... but you can satisfy your curiosity and still manage the speed limit. Imagine... three miles of traffic going at 30 mph, just so some yoyos can watch someone at the side of the road change a tire.
Traffic... you can have it...
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Traffic accidents and Howard Stern