Seems the winter weather is making the road fall apart –
Wait, the road’s not falling apart, it’s the patch you slackers put in last summer –
The road was fine until you donkeys messed with it. Job security I guess.
Worst of it is, it’s 600 yards from the house, right on my normal way to work. No big, just go left instead of right, and you’ll avoid it. Except that at 6 am, my brain tells me to turn right, and I do. Have been for years, including since they put up the roadblock. Then I gotta take the detour around, and feel like an idiot. By the time the afternoon comes around, I have a 50/50 chance of remembering and avoiding the detour. Mornings, forget it.