It's construction season on our tollways, in order to put "open road toll plazas" up. We have these transponder thingees that are read as you roll through the toll booth without stopping. If you don't use them, and opt to use cash, you'll pay twice as much. Yes, it's convenient for those of us who use them, but it definitely takes unfair advantage of out-of-state travelers, and people who might not have a steady enough financial situation to have the transponder things linked to a checking account.

Anyway, in the short term, the highway construction has really fucked up the tollways. I don't use them every day. I wonder how much time the construction is costing me now, versus how much time I'll save in the future. I don't wonder too hard, I was just using a figure of speech.

Driving by the construction today, there was a portable sanitation product at the side of the road called a Honey Bucket. I shit you not. As we whizzed by, the Sysmistress and I looked at each other and said, "That might possibly be...no, I'm absolutely certain given a brief mental review -- the single most inappropriate name for an outdoor defecation system ever. Wow. This is strange. We're using the exact same words. Even our inflection is the same. HolyFuckJesusChristGrandma. Jinx. Double-Jinx. Google-Jinx."

We rode the rest of the way in silence. I will cave, and buy her the obligatory Coke, but only because it's Mother's Day.

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