The Wrong Side of the Marathon.

My day started out normally enough.

Heading out to work.

But. I encountered a problem.

A Blockade.
I couldn't get onto Avenue.
Why?

There was a marathon going on.
And the police had blocked off the Avenue so the runners could run without getting runned over.
But that left me with a problem.
How to get to work.
For it was on the west side of town, and I was stuck on the east side of Avenue. :S

I turned to the right and took a parallel route. Hoping to find an open road across the street.
But at every street, I looked down, I was confronted with this sight.

Blockades and runners.

And then...

A dead end.
(The jelly beans are cars)

So I had to back track.

And...time was ticking by.
I had another route in mind.
Going on back roads, I made my way to  Parkway, which intersects Avenue.
And found.

more runners. >.< Bleh.
NO GO! And this was a busy road they had blocked off!
So turning right again.
I continued along the mountains.

Searching.

Searching.

And finding no routes.
All I saw was this sign

Great! Finally some sort of detour sign! I can get across soon.

Three times I passed this sign.
And then realized.
South....is the other direction.
I was in the high 2000s North!
I would never reach South going the way I was going.

WHO IN THEIR RIGHT MIND PUTS UP A DETOUR SIGN TELLING YOU TO TURN AROUND?!?!
And...I was already late to work. I'd been driving for 20 minutes.

If I went back to 300 South...I would have to go back 20 minutes.
And I couldn't guarantee that I would actually get across. For all I knew I'd find this sight when I got there.

And then I would either have to turn around and return 20 minutes back to my starting point...
or just keep going.
I decided to keep going.
I mean there can't only be ONE way across.

Right?
How unfair would it be to be on the north side of town, and have your work be on the north side of town, but you'd have to drive all the way to the south side of town before you could cross the street!
No. There had to be more then one place to cross.

And then I encountered this:

I was barred again! BY CONSTRUCTION! By this point I'd almost reached the nearby Canyon.
BUT.
Luckily there was a police officer there who directed me to turn Left.

Now where I was going?

To another blockade.

Luckily!
The cops there were LETTING People ACROSS!
YES!

FREEDOM!

I drove like a crazy person -as crazy as you can when the cops are standing right there.-
And screeched into work.
25 minutes late.
35 minutes AFTER I set out to GET to work.
It's like a 10 minute drive. And I tripled the time it took me to get there.

Moral of the story.

If there is a marathon.

There should be more DETOUR signs! That way I can find my way quicker.
Who knows how long I would have been driving otherwise.

What Makes Me Jump

Oh joy.
My apartment is mischievous in nature.
 

Whatever you do.
Don't believe its apparent innocence.
Even though all devices, inside of said apartment, may appear to be 'helpful.' 
Like the oven.

 
They aren't.

 
One's just lying in wait.

 
For when you're not paying attention.....

 

 

 

And likes to rub it in that it scared you.

By doing it again a minute later.

 

 

 

 

Stairways To....Where?

I moved into a new place a bit ago.
And I thought it was pretty normal, with the normal stack of stairs.
You know where you just end up going in a tight cork screw down or up stairs, circling and circling so you get dizzy if you take too many.

My building isn't all normal though.
No, by my apartment there are stairs leading to the top floor.
No other stairs around.

 

Just a set of stairs right there leading up to the other floor.

A couple of weeks later, I realized. Beyond my apartment at the end of the hallway is a sign on a door saying that there were more stairs behind it.  
 

 

 

So one day, tired of having to go the wrong direction to get to my car via those spiral steps in the center of the building.

I walked past the top floor stairs, to the door to get to those stairs and see where I ended up.

I only made it down one level.

Again, I was faced with the same problem.

 

 
No more stairs in sight.
Had I ended up in some dead end?
Nope.
For there, at the end of another hallway, was another one of those doors announcing that they had stairs behind them.

Amazingly enough, for the rest of the journey down to the outside...the stairs followed the predictable cork screw manner.

 

But it makes me wonder.
Who's brilliant idea was it to build a stairway from the top floor to the bottom floor that looks like this:

I mean...if there was a fire....
I would much rather run down
This set of stairs.

In a panic.

 

 

Then the other set. Where the stairs are spread apart.

Yep.
Weird stairs at my new place.
I wonder what other hidden secrets are here.