Last night at about the time when people log out and go home, we got word that there was a big accident at the intersection at the far end of the parking lot. Supposedly, the intersection was closed and they were re-routing cars around it; it's been listed as one of the most dangerous intersections in this part of the suburbs because of the high number of serious accidents that occur there.
Fair enough, I made mental note to possibly hook around and take the tollway in the direction of home. As I left the building, a long, long string of cars was going along the edge of our lot, headed toward the access road that leads toward another major intersection. It was clear that the police had allowed some traffic to detour through our lot in order to clear the area. So, I avoided them as well, and hooked around to a nearby on-ramp. The line of cars stretched back, back, back, for all the world like refugees fleeing some catastrophe.
This morning, the word went around just before lunch… another major accident at the same intersection, which again cut off my access westward. As I had a half-day today, there I was again, hooking around to the tollway, this time in daylight. It was a dark, grim, foggy day here, so flights at O'Hare were backed up in their own right, not just because of Denver's blizzardly woes.
Weird.
