Life as it happens. Time as it passes.

December Traffic

‘Tis the season for love, joy, and longer threads of patience on the road.

It’s finally here, folks–the horror that is December traffic. Either you’re on the suffering end of the jam or you’re the one causing it. Oh well, it doesn’t really matter–everybody’s trapped in it after all.

What really piques my mind is that things suddenly get all messed up on the road automatically when December finally came in (or at least the last weeks of November). My usual travel of 30 minutes from point A to B became an hour AT LEAST. Not even the regular shortcuts you’d take to get you through the fix were spared from the heavy traffic. From a driver’s standpoint (or more appropriately “seat” point), the volume of cars plying the roads have doubled up over the last two weeks. Bazaars and tiangges have sprouted like wild mushrooms almost everywhere. The pedestrians don’t mind anymore if they’re obstructing the flow of vehicles, as long as they get to squeeze into the line of puto-bumbong customers. And the parking? Good luck.

Case in point: coming from Imus, I took the Macapagal highway to avoid the Paranaque-Baclaran jam. Wrong move. I haven’t even taken the turn going to Macapagal, I was already trapped in the jam. Turns out an ongoing construction has slashed one lane off Macapagal, creating the bottleneck that had me and a hundred other motorists reeling. Adding to the already aggravating situation are the hotheads of the roads, whose expletives would pass for that call center-client feud you’ve probably heard circulating around the internet. I chose not to join the fray.

By the time I got past the bottleneck, I had already finished one album’s worth of tracks on my mp3 player. I thought I could finally sigh with relief that the horror is finally over.

Until I got to the World Bazaar.

Un.Be.Lievable.

The parked cars alone took 2/3 of the road, and those who were unfortunate to find a parking ramped up to the center islands like military vehicles awaiting deployment on an Afghanistan crossfire. On the moving side of what’s left of the highway, there’s hardly any giving going on between the motorists (especially those passenger vehicles, who are “kind enough” to stop in the middle of the highway just to get some passengers).Believe me, writing these scenes in my head makes me cringe.

If my conservative estimates would bear me out, I think our patience on the streets will be tested more for the next 27 days, all the way to the new year.

Who knows? It’s already February 2011, and you’re still where you were when you got there in 2010.

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