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Oh yeah...hey Eddie. I was stuck on Main St. in Waltham Center for about a half hour, so I opened my window and started talking to the woman who'd been sitting next to me (I was trying a quick jog to the east to get on some really good back roads, she's going west).
She says to me, "I hate this town." I say, "Me, too."
She asks me what time I left work, I say 5 in Eastie.
She said she left Cambridge at 1:30 (it's 7:10 at this point) and she's got to drive all the way home to Shirley (like 40 more miles!).
So I pull up to another car (going West) and it's one of my ex-wive's friends who lives in Shrewsbury.
She doesn't realize that it's me, rolls down her window, says don't try to go in the direction that I'm going.
"I'm from Waltham," she says, and "Don't even try to go down that road, cause you're not going to get anywhere."
I say thanks and proceed to light up the fog lights, hit the hi beams, and pound on the horn, and the cars parted like the Red Sea as the Avalanche barged through.
I got home five minutes later. Hope she had a good time on 128!
Ha,
Rick
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