Yesterday TLW (The Little Woman) got a phone call from a cousin of hers who lives in Flushing, NY. It seems the girl (Maureen) was in the hospital for a hip replacement, and TLW wanted to go visit her.
TLW was a little apprehensive (with good reason) about driving into Flushing, and I could read her body language. I said I would go with her, so off we went.
Have you ever driven through the streets of Flushing?
If you have, WHAT ARE YOU NUTS?
Mt. Sinai Hospital in Queens is in the middle of traffic. Traffic with crazy people, people with a death wish. All the drivers are blind. That is, all Flushing drivers.
One should never, and I stress, NEVER get directions from Google. Google is gaga. No, Google is kaka. You heard me.
We follow the directions and wind up crossing the 59th Street Bridge into Manhattan! Yes, Manhattan! Why? Because Kaka told us nothing about a turn, we were supposed to make.
TLW is a sane driver. She can also help with navigation and giving me directions as to where to go, besides Hell. Even she was flustered. It WAS, Flustered in Flushing, or, the day down the drain.
Finally getting on 30th Street toward the hospital, panel trucks scout the area for parking spaces. Traffic lights tease you into moving, and then turn red on you. Bicycle riders cut you off, as do cars exiting parking spaces, jumping out at the last moment. Trucks dominate the skyline, causing one to slam on their brakes because the light turned red after the truck past it, revealing that there is a light for one to stop at!
To complete the visit, we enter the hospital and push the elevator button for the 4th floor. IT TOOK 20 MINUUTES FOR THE DQARN THING TO SHOW UP!
TLW says; “Why is it taking so long?”
Skippy says: (That’s me), because of the @*&%^$# Flushing traffic!
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