Stopped at a light a block from the freeway. Some lady rolls down her window.
“How do you get back on the freeway?”
“Err, just make a U-turn. It’s right behind you.”
“NO! It’s all backed up!!!”
“Well, I guess you can take surface streets that are parallel to the freeway and get on at the next on-ramp. That way.”
So she needs directions but doesn’t want ours, and has the balls to complain about it. Does she want us to drive her silly ass to her destination too?
We saw the freeway a few minutes later; it wasn’t even that backed up.