Needless to say I was confused when I woke up, and even though I knew I was late, I was moving in slow motion. So with twenty-five minutes to get to work, I figured I might as well drive.
While stuck in traffic on the 14th Street Bridge and listening to Huggy Lowdown, I saw that the van in front of me was a Metro service van from the bumper sticker on the back that said:
And we wonder why traffic and transit in this area is among the worst in the country. They can't even run a spellchecker on their bumper stickers.