Yesterday, I was on my way to donate blood when I was held up in super slow traffic before finally being diverted by police.
Pissed, I turned into the detour, wove through a couple parking lots, parked at a gym and walked the rest of the way. And then I learned that the road-block was set up because some poor guy on a motorcycle had slammed full-speed into a van, ironically right in front of the Red Cross.
Ironic to a point. The motorcycle rider was instantly killed. No blood transfusion necessary.
Every day is a gift. I’ll gladly take spending it stuck in traffic over the alternative.
