I have the distinct displeasure of commuting along Route 70 from Medford, NJ to Philadelphia, PA Each day. It's a nasty mess of tail lights on the way in each morning and then again on the way home each day. I do my best to keep my cool each day, listening to NPR or one of my Audible books, but there are still some days when I feel like my head is going to explode.
Cherry Hill is the worst of the commute traffic-wise. It's seems like the idiots per mile quotient is the highest there. On the other hand, the town has planted some great wildflower gardens in the median strip, so at least there is some beautiful color to look at this fall as we sit idling in snarled traffic. The flowers seem to have peaked after looking for a long time like they were just uncut grass.
Some days, it's the small things you need to treasure!