I would rather have to drive in Manhattan or Mexico than Boston. (Not Mexico City though. Not that crazy)
So, I never had an issue with the traffic in Boston...
My wife and I always went in the Fall annually for a while there, usually as a full leaf peeping New England trip, starting in Vermont, New Hampshire, Maine, and ending in Boston.
Which, by the way, don't do that. Instagram caught on to this trend, and now even places like the White Mountains are unable to be enjoyed. It used to be nothing but locals, slow, old blue hairs--and my wife and I. Now? Wall to wall traffic, and foreign tourists who don't understand proper tourist etiquette. Not their fault, different cultures and all that, but it does ruin the experience--especially when you're used to it being a certain way. I digress.
Traffic in Boston.
So, never had a problem, however, the last time we were there, we got stuck by the firehouse in traffic. During an emergency. I'm literally blocking the bay door, unable to go anywhere, assholes refusing to let me over, and a firetruck half sticking out of the door, blaring their horn at me. And I mean, relentlessly, BAMP BAMP BAAAAAMMMPP, pointing and yelling specifically at me.
I'm motioning to the fireman driving "Where am I supposed to go, man? I can't move. No one is moving, I can't crash my car to get out of the way, I'm trying".
BAMP BAMP BAMP BAMP, WOOOOOOO.
BAMP! BAMP! BAMP! BAAAAAAAAAAMPPP-BAAAAAAMMMP...
Finally, I open my car door, looking at this driver, and go full Bahston on the guy. Which again, I must reiterate: polite, overaccomodating Midwest boy here. To a fault.
"FUCK YOU, YOU STUPID MOTHA FUCKA!! YOU CAN SEE I'M STUCK HERE. I'M NOT ABOUT TO CAUSE ANOTHER MOTHA FUCKIN' EMERGENCY BECAUSE OF ALL OF THESE DUMB BITCHES WHO WON'T LET ME OVER AND YOU DECIDING THAT THIS WAS THE MOMENT YOU DECIDED TO FUCKIN' GET OFF YOUR ASS AND DO SOMETHING! FUCK YOU!!! DON'T BLARE THAT FUCKIN' HORN AT ME AGA--"
I feel the hand of my wife on shoulder, snapping me back to Ohio, and the land of "No, you go. You were at the stop sign first". I finally half curb it, forcing my way over, and wave profusely to the person I semi-cut off.
As the firetruck went by, I did give him one final middle finger, first time I've ever flipped off an emergency vehicle, mind you, but I looked at my wife in that moment and said "We're going to give Boston a break for a bit".
That was the day Boston broke me. There were other factors with rudeness that lead me to that point, but it was the firetruck that broke me. Aforementioned foreign tourists, some obnoxious woman in Salem, etc. But Boston was the final straw.
And to that person that called 911, whatever you had going on that day that the BFD needed to respond to: my deepest apologies.I hope everything worked out and it wasn't a "Manchester by the Sea" situation.