Living in Washington, I get squeezed two ways with my car. Not only are gas prices going to the moon, but the streets are going to hell. Every day another road crew, purportedly laying fiber-optic cable, digs another massive trench right in the middle of Connecticut Avenue or some other vital commuting street. The trench is so wide and so long that one side of your car is always rattling along in a ditch. I have seen the process.
Road crews jackhammer the street.
Then, when it's totally chopped up, the guys on the crew stand back and make comments about how great it's going to be now that the weather's getting warm enough for the women to start wearing halter tops. Nobody ever comes to put in fiber optics. It's a joke. By 3 p.m., the crews leave. And the trench is there forever.