This morning I decided to go to work a half hour early, so imagine my irritation when traffic was backed up quite badly. I thought maybe that’s just what the traffic was like at that time (since I usually go through there 20 minutes later) but no, there was supposedly construction going on. I say supposedly because there were tons of orange barrels (orange barrels, orange barrels, everywhere I see, orange barrels, orange barrels, looking back at me) and no workers! Not one truck! Not one person! They just had two left-turn lanes moved down to one—and at this intersection, that’s a BAAAAAAAAAD thing. If there had been actual construction going on I would have no problem—but not having any actual construction gets me steamed.