Thanksgiving is a huge travel period with everyone and their pets going over the river and through the woods to Grandmother’s house. And just about every year—like this one—there’s a blizzard somewhere messing up air and ground travel. Even when the weather is dry there are still all those people out there trying to get somewhere else. And back.
Being a single, childless, socially inept guy, I don’t go anywhere during the holidays. That means far less travel stress. (And family stress.)
I was reminded of that yesterday when I saw westbound traffic on I-10 backed up more than a mile at the California agricultural inspection station, long lines for cheaper gas in Arizona and, I imagine, long lines at restrooms. Mmmm, no thanks. I can wait until after the weekend to resupply.