Jesus Take the Wheel

My a.m. calm is short-lived, however. In no time at all I find myself merging with Atlanta drivers onto South Fulton Parkway (South Fulton Speedway?), and that’s where the fun begins. I’m thrown into a real-life version of Mario Kart . . . no, maybe old-school Frogger is a better analogy.

And I’m the poor frog trying to pass far too many lumbering tractor trailers vying for prime position at the Amazon warehouse. Or worse yet, I’m trying to avoid one of the many arch-enemies I’ve encountered in my rush hour adventures.