Yesterday, Miss KT and I went on The Great Bed Purchasing Adventure, to and from Sacramento (three hours one way). On our way home, of course, we got stuck in the evening commute, complete with stop-and-go traffic, and Miss KT was absolutely amazed. "Where are all these people going?" They're going home, Miss KT, this is called rush hour in a real city. (Stares out the car window, mouth open, shakes her head) "Do they do this every day?" Yes, they do this every day...to work and home from work. "Why would anyone do this voluntarily?" I'm originally from the Bay Area, so this is pretty much normal to me. She's almost 20 years old, and has never seen this phenomenon...the occasional horse and cow on the road, maybe, but not rush hour. Wow.