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This Street Was the Place to Be

I took my usual route to work this morning, and one of my usual streets had a fair amount of construction going on. It was enough that two opposing lanes had to funnel through one lane, and workers had to hold those stop/slow signs we all know.

I found myself stopped at the front of my line, waiting for the signal to move.

One of the oncoming vehicles that had to get through was a recycling truck. This wasn't exactly great news, but you can't do much except roll with it.

And at some point in time--I couldn't say when, exactly--the Foo Fighters' "Learning to Fly" had begun playing on the radio.

Mercifully, I only saw the truck pick up two or three bins before the cars on the other side had cleared enough that I could move.

I continued my morning commute smiling and amused.