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Being stuck in traffic reminds me a lot of trying to pop a huge zit. Being blocked, the pressure, the wanting to burst free. And then one of two things can happen:
1) You pass the blockage and your car bursts forth onto the free highway with an immediate release of all that pressure and pain... 2) Or there is no wreck and no matter how much you pick at trying to get around the other cars, you cannot relieve the pressure and you end up getting in all the wrong lanes and making everything worse and last longer. Somedays I really hate living in Los Angeles.
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