Staring at a Flat Tire, Really?

I drive to and from work in rush hour traffic. In the beginning I complained a lot about this but I have begun to accept it. I won't deny that my attitude began improving when I-64 reopened and my commute became just a little less stressful. If I leave my house by 7AM every day then I miss the worst of it, get to work early and have some quiet time to sit in my car and read.

Coming home, on the other hand, I am at the mercy of all the stupidest drivers. I wrote a post last fall detailing my terrible luck with choosing the lane that will move. That hasn't changed. Today I have another traffic rant.

I was driving along, thinking my thoughts and enjoying the breeze through my open window when all of a sudden traffic stopped. You may argue that, being rush hour traffic, I should expect that. But I was beyond the usual tight spots and heading into the faster-moving part of my drive when this happened. As it turns out, there was an SUV with a flat tire over at the side of the road 1/2 a mile from where traffic stopped and apparently EVERYONE needed to look. IT'S A FLAT TIRE PEOPLE! An unfortunate event for that motorist, yes, but not anything to really look at. Don't get me wrong, my fascination is as morbid as any person's when it comes to burning cars and accidents that may have caused dismemberment and... Umm.. Nothing worse than dismemberment. That said, there's no reason to stop and stare at nothing... Especially when it all but halts my commute for ten minutes.

That's all I have to say about that.