Driving in Tuscaloosa these days is a test of patience and skill. It's an epic poem to try to get across town on McFarland Boulevard, and you'll find road work on just about every other alternate route.
I'm not sure if you remember me from your commute this morning. You seemed to be in a wicked hurry, so perhaps the details of your drive to work (or home or whatever) are a blur; I hope, however, that you remember me. In case you've forgotten, I am the woman YOU RAN OFF THE DANG ROAD, and guess what? WE NEED TO TALK.