Ah the joys of working in Aberdeen
All it takes is one road, or in this case bridge, to close and the city gets gridlocked. It's not usually a problem as I have enough knowledge of the area where I work that I can usually find an escape route but last night's chaos didn't half play havoc with my game of booze roulette.
I should explain what booze roulette is. It's a wee game I play on days when work has been overly stressful/shitty and I feel the need to break my no-alcohol on a school night rule. It involves me choosing the most congested route out of the city with options depending on how bad the traffic is. If the road is clear or has minimal queues then I take it as a sign to carry on home and my liver gets a rest. However if the road is a mess of brake lights and exhaust fumes as far as the eye can see then I pull into Asda and pick up a bottle before either using the housing estate as a rat run or finding another route home.
Last night the traffic was so bad I couldn't even get close to Asda never mind where the queues usually start leaving me to exclaim out loud "That wasn't a ****ing option!"
So I've added new choices to booze roulette for if I have to take the 10-mile detour home. If there's a parking space outside the co-op in one of the villages I drive through then my liver is obviously fully functioning and I stop and pick up a bottle of their rather nice chianti (Italian you'll note) but if it's busy I head straight home.
Today I would definitely benefit from some paracetamol.