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My commute takes 5-10 minutes depending on how many of the three lights between here and there I hit red. My office is on the same street that the cul de sac I live on is off of. I drive past a hospital, and a few other medical office buildings.
On the way home, there is a point just past the hospital (between two stop lights) where the road goes from two lanes one way to one. People will get in the lane that ends with the expectation that they will be able to cut in front of someone before they reach the next light where that lane ends (that lane becomes a right turn lane). I don't people in front of me, even if they signal. I hope they end up having to stop and wait to get back into the correct lane. More times than not, whoever I am behind does not feel the same way, so that other driver is usually able to cut them off. Irritates the crap out of me, and I have no clue why.
Anyway, I usually get to listen to about two whole songs on the radio each way, as long as I catch a spot where they don't go to commercial. In the summer, I was going to ride my bike to work, but I never know when my attorney might have me running errands, so I drive.
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