Evening rush hour traffic is a nightmare on LA's west side, but fortunately I had a full hour to go from my workplace to meet up at a fine restaurant; a dinner related to [The Man I Love]'s work - a three mile trip.
So of course it only took me twenty minutes. I am here in a supermarket parking lot cooling my heels, cause there's no way I'm going to arrive at the valet earlier than five minutes!
That's LA traffic. If I'd only had a half hour, it would have taken me forty-five minutes!
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One of those murphy's law corollaries.
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