Open Letter

FUCK YOU! Waze you too! Left fifteen minutes early. Still late. Three lanes into one. Why? Repaving. At 8 AM. On a Tuesday. Genius. Then a Fresh Direct truck at the intersection, just sitting there. Driver eating a sandwich. Forty cars honking. Guy doesn't blink. Waze reroutes me down a street so narrow had to fold in my mirrors. Saved ninety seconds. I coulda walked faster.