context:

sitting on a ramp trying to get from the metro station onto a road with a million lights that has 2 ramps to a highway that is sporadically and badly congested.  i plan to take this road with a million lights to my destination, just past the ramps.  at rush hour.  this one mile total drive has taken about 15 minutes and i still haven’t left the station ramp to get onto my road.

clever exchange:

me: “ughh!  this traffic is so bad!  i can’t believe it!  it’s the curse!  it’s the fall!  this is endless toil!”
k: “no, i think that some the urban planners didn’t toil enough!”

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