I drove over there from Tampa today to attend a convention, and have returned in a condition of aggravated perplexity. By all appearances, something wasn’t going on in Orlando today, and that something was evil.
This is not intended as a slam on Orlando. To the contrary, it’s quite a pleasant city, which also happens to be reliably and predictably evil. Or at least it WAS. Until today.
I should mention, for the benefit of those unacquainted with the traffic situation in central Florida, that Interstate 4 in the Orlando area has historically been subject to continuous construction and widening since roughly the mid-18th century. In order to add a lane of highway, it would be necessary to block off two other lanes, which in turn would necessitate the addition of another lane and the subsequent partitioning of two more lanes, until at last vehicles would be diverted into the hypothetical ‘hidden’ dimensions predicted by superstring theory, and all molecular motion would cease.
If by some enigmatic quirk of fate this situation failed to occur, Orlando would generously arrange for some other hideous, generally traffic-related, misfortune in its place. I have been lied to by road signs and highway markers; lured out into ridiculously long detours where I was effectively mugged by an endless succession of tollbooths; I have seen truck tires ripped from moving semis by pure psychic force to be sent crashing into my vehicle. Well okay to be fair, I’ve only had that one truck tire crash into me. But the point is it happened in Orlando.
I’ve long ago given up holding any real malice toward Orlando for such behavior. That’s just the way it is; like any other metropolitan area, Orlando has its own unique character and personality. In this case, it’s the warm, welcoming smile of an unstable relative who suddenly kidney-punches you for no good reason. I’ve accepted this, even learned to expect it.
But today-- today! Memorial Day weekend! I get on I-4, and reach Lakeland, and there’s still no signs of construction work. I get to Polk City, and traffic is still humming along. It was quiet… TOO quiet. Clermont-- surely there will be traffic cones and chaos at the Clermont exit? But no! By the time I neared Kissimmee I was freaking out, waiting for giant spiders to come leaping down at me from the Osceola Parkway. But there was nothing. I arrived at the convention completely unscathed, save the love bugs.
Oh, I knew it wasn’t over, of course. There was the drive home to consider; that’s when it would happen. Sure enough, just as I cleared the downtown area, the radio announced a major delay heading west between Conroy and Kirkman. I resigned myself to an interminable delay… and there was nothing. NOTHING! No delay whatsoever! No traffic at any point on the drive home! I’m back, it’s over, the day is done, and I’m STILL waiting for Orlando to attack me!
This is unacceptable. We had a deal, Orlando. We had an arrangement: I come into town, you get a free shot at me, I conclude my business, and you let me leave. It wasn’t a great arrangement, it was actually fairly crappy from my standpoint, but it WORKED, and now I don’t know what to think. Where were you today? What went wrong? Are you feeling okay? Were you in the middle of doing something extra-horrible to someone else, and just couldn’t make the time for me? This thing we had going, is it over now, just like that?
What are you up to?

