Thanks to a ton of patients acting out, I didn't get out of work until 7pm on Friday. Exactly when the 405 freeway was scheduled to close, and the dreaded Carmageddon was supposed to hit.
This is what I expected my commute to look like.
This was what my commute home actually looked like.
Blue skies and smooth sailing down the 110.
Needless to say, it was pretty freaking fabulous. Normally there's incident traffic so it takes me at least 40 minutes to get home. On Friday, my door-to-door transit time was only fifteen. So glorious. This must be what it's like to live in a non-traffic-infested area.
Here are some nicer media pictures:
