Construction Zone
Every weekday, I grumble at the construction blocking my way to and from work. It makes me late. It makes me grouchy. It makes me say things under my breath (and sometimes not) that I shouldn't. The light turns green but what's the point? No one can move. People start laying on their horns as it turns yellow, then red.... repeat. I look into the faces of my fellow commuters and see the so-called "3rd Street Improvement" brings out the worst in all of us. A few days ago, I decided to take a good look at what those no-good construction workers were actually doing. "What's in it for me?" I thought. Then I saw it. They were making a bike trail that will go under the highway. I had an instant flash back of the many times I crossed that intersection on my bicycle knowing that in a matter of time I would become road kill. "Wow", I thought with a smile, "that will make riding to work so much easier next summer... or the one after... or how