Just a little bit of rain

I gotta tell ya, I gotta beef with drivers and just a little bit of rain. You know what I mean? Of course you do! Why in the freakin' world do drivers cut their speed by 70 percent when there is just a little spritz of rain.  Yeah, yeah, yeah, of course you should slow down, maybe to the speed limit but not to 20 gosh darn miles per hour.  Today is a PRIME example. A little rain all day. O'Hare to Downtown, an hour and forty seven minutes. That's 18 miles.  Edens to the Junction, an hour twenty five. That's 18 miles.  You get out your iPhone and calculate that speed.  It is not a pretty sight.  My commute was double normal and not a thing to show for it but forty five additional minutes of NPR (three repeated stories) and a tired butt.  There were so many ridiculously over cautious drivers that I ran out of things to call them.  And that means I made it past Z.  From A (you armadillojerkwad) to Z (you Zuchinidogbag.) And that's my Best Chicago Beef for today.