I love Cleveland.
I love superhero movies.
I love superhero movies in Cleveland.
I do not love super-sized traffic snarls caused by superhero movie shooting.
I understand the positive economic impact on the city and the general positive publicity the movie provides. I get it. I promise I do. But with my commute stretched to 2 hours each way, I have to tell you, at this very moment, I do not give a star spangled fuzzy rat butt about Captain America. And I know that some guy in Cleveland Heights plopped down on his barcalounger in his underpants, one fist shaking at the Heat/Spurs game and the other one at me, but I don't care.
This commute is going to be the death of me, or at the very least cause my eye to pop out in a rage. No matter which way I go around town, there is something blocking me. There have been so many accidents and disabled semis, I envision abandoning my car and just walking back to Brunstucky.
Yes, I am grateful that a movie is being filmed in Cleveland. Yes, some businesses are doing awesome things for commuters. Yes, I should just roll with it. But I swear to all that is warm and fuzzy in this world that I can't take this commute much longer.
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