I don't know how you guys do it. Folks who live in the city of Los Angeles or work their commuting in traffic for hours at a time. In my previous employment I used frequently drive to Burbank, Pasadena, Glendale, Irwindale, Fullerton, all from our hub in Long Beach. But nothing was as bad as what I endured Friday. The only time I ever care to drive 3 1/2 hours is when I'm on route to Las Vegas. Although I was driving to pick up a prize, I hate traffic.
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Pujols Billboard on 710 FWY |
My journey started in Long Beach. My mission was to pick up my prize I had won on the Petros and Money. Little did I know I'd be like the Castaways on a three hour tour. Google Maps said it would be about 30 minutes. Yikes. So taking the 405 to 710, to the 5, to the 134 Freeway was a very long process. It was so slow I was able to snap a picture of this billboard for use in a future First2Third.net post. As I was explaining traffic was horrendous. Getting to Burbank only took an hour, so I guess I should be thankful for that. It was the drive home that was miserable. I was stuck on the 5 by Stadium Way for far too long. Thoughts of the boogeyman Frank McCourt looking down on me shook me to the core.

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