I figured whatever was going on, it should be cleared up by the time I get there, but as I got to Manchester, I saw traffic all backed up. So, I blazed off & hit Ballas (so did quite a lot of others) I creeped all the way to work, but I allowed this idiot to get in front of me. Actually, it was better, because he probably would have wound up smacking into my ass end. All he did was weave all over the road & I had to continuously wake him up to move, after we stopped, because he wouldn't put his damn phone down.
This is the kind of A-hole who will probably kill me on the interstate.