Good deeds and resultant punishment

I drove to Issaquah on Wednesday.  This means nothing to you who do not live here, but to give you an idea it means driving about 21 miles each way, part of which is on a lake.  Not over, on.  We love our floating bridges around here, and I used both of them.  What does this have to do with good deeds and punishment?  I drove to Issaquah to help a good friend with a show she's directing.  Two of the kids have to do dialects, and she needed my dialect coaching ear to make sure they were on the right track.  (Side note:  Both were very good and needed almost no tweaking.  Yay!)  Now the punishment.  As if driving to the East Side wasn't enough (I can handle that, really.  I just generally choose not to.), it was the one day this month that actually felt like March.  Now I'm not complaining.  It's supposed to rain and even hail a little in March.  I just wish it hadn't been the day I was driving to Issaquah and back.  The getting over there was okay: eastbound, just enough rain to make everything slippery and exciting, idiots who've forgotten how to drive in said rain.  The usual.  I arrived in just over 45 minutes.  Not too damned bad, thankyouverymuch.  Getting back...  ::sigh::  Why the hell do people commute like that?  They're morons to choose to do it every damned day.  Buy a home near your office.  Find a job near your home.  I know it's not always realistic, but my gods people at least try!  An hour and eight minutes it took me, driving westbound at 5:53 through the rain and into the sun.  Why do people do this day after day?  The big electric sign said "I-90 bridge 28 minutes; 520 bridge 58 minutes".  But the kicker was the terrible connection from I-90 West to I-5 North.  I got off and went overland.  It was the only way to go without killing something.  And d'you know?  The 520 bridge may well have sucked but the Montlake Cut at the west end of it was clear as the proverbial bell.  (I love the smell of irony in the morning.  Smells like--traffic reports.)

I've said it before and I will say it again until people listen and do what I tell them to do.  "THERE ARE TOO DAMNED MANY PEOPLE IN MY CITY.  LEAVE!"  This is why I want to be famous and go on all sorts of TV talk shows.  So I can tell people to get the fuck out of my city.  Oh, and learn to drive.

I hate people.  I like individuals.  I want to stand at all the borders of my city and make sure everyone who wants to move here passes my inspection.  That's not too much to ask, is it?  ...  Is it?  ...  I suppose it is.  Bugger.