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I had to fast for at least twelve hours before my annual checkup today. So when I got up this morning, I had to remind myself not to do two things: eat and pee. Saturday morning traffic is usually light, so I gave myself just enough time so that I would get to the doctor's office about ten to fifteen minutes early. On the drive up to the highway at the intersection before the interchange, I noticed a car weave into the turning lane and then signal it's intention to get back into my lane. I was waving the person ahead, but the woman was waving me up. I drove up next to her car and rolled down the window. She asked me if this was where you got onto the highway. I thought that maybe she was not from around here, so I told her that you need to get onto the highway from my lane (since her turning lane technically ends). I left it at that. When the light turned green, traffic moved forward, and as the SUV in front of me pulled ahead, I realized why she asked that silly question: The entrance ramp to the highway was closed.
Crap!
All of a sudden, memories of my previous encounter with this same closed interchange flooded back into my mind. I recalled having to drive to Yonge and get on the highway there, only to find out that that entrance ramp was also closed!
At this point in time, I felt stupid for telling the lady to take that lane, so after I made a U-turn, I stopped my car (since she had stopped her car) and I yelled at her to go to Yonge instead. I figured that there was a chance that it was open?
Well, I sped off after that since I knew that I would be cutting it really close. When I got to Yonge, instead of blindly driving down to the entrance ramp, I inched my way forward until I could see if the entrance ramp was closed (since you could not easily see from the street. The moment I saw those cones, I pulled out of the turning lane and decided to take the side streets up to the doctor's office. I was lucky that there was so little traffic or I would have had no choice but to continue with the turn. As such, I saved myself quite some time that way, which was good, because even without any further delays, I arrived at the office a couple of minutes late.
