I’m Glad I Wasn’t in a Hurry To Get Home Yesterday

I left the station yesterday around 2:15 and started to make my way home. If I'm in a hurry to get home, the fastest route from the radio station that I found, is going down Clinton to Mygatt Street, going up Mygatt to Prospect, and getting on 17 there.

Some days, I like to unwind by driving down Main Street from Binghamton to Endicott. Sometimes when I go that route, I’ll get on 17 in Endwell, and that's what I did yesterday.

As I turned onto Court Street, right in front of the radio station, I realized I was behind a city employee in a city vehicle. As we were driving down Court Street, I noticed how slow he was driving. At one point I looked down at the speedometer and we were doing 10 miles an hour. Yes, 10 miles per hour. I've driven faster than this in parades.  I kept thinking to myself, this guy probably works until 3 and he’s in no hurry to get back to the office.

He was also taking in the scenes as he was driving. Every woman that was on Main Street caught this guy's eye. I kept wishing he would turn down one of the side streets so I can at least do the speed limit.

He eventually turned but not until we hit three or four red lights due to his slow pace. Has he finally turned down the side street just before we got to the Binghamton / Johnson City border. As he turned I found myself saying “YAY” really loud. All I kept thinking was if I took the highway, I would have been home by the time he turned down a side street.

Again, I’m glad I wasn’t in a hurry, or I would have had a bad case of road rage.