Ugh, the one night I was too lazy to bring food to work, it turns out it's Noche De San Juan and the streets are completely clogged with cars. It took me an hour to get to work, whereas normally it takes about 10 minutes. If I go out to get food, I might be gone for hours.

And dammit do I hate those little scooter motorcycles that have gotten so popular all of a sudden. These people are kind of like the motorcycling equivalent of the "new rich," who suddenly suddenly find themselves on a motorcycle and havent had time to learn how to use one. They just know that when they are in a car they always see motorcycles driving between the stopped cars at stoplights, so they've decided that now that they have a motorcycle they never have to wait in line.

They are currently repaving Kennedy, the highway I take to get to San Juan, and so the three lanes were merged into one. In true Puerto Rican fashion, everyone waited until the absolute last minute to merge, so there was the expected chaos of intermingling cars. And in the middle of all of this, there's dozens of those damn scooters darting around in between the cars while theyre trying to merge. OK, assholes, maybe just this once you need to chill and wait your turn like everyone else. At least three times I had to slam on the brakes to keep from hitting a guy who tried to cross in front of my car even though there was no space for it. These scooters are like mimes that you aren't allowed to swat.

(That's mimes in Spanish, as in fruit flies. Although I guess it works both ways).