It just doesn't fall into conversation well in the company I keep on Tuesdays. But it deluge is the only word that can describe what I drove to work in. I was late, there was an accident and it took me nine minutes to get the next exit, 2ish miles, so that I could skip the traffic.
One hour to drive 21 miles in a deluge. I had to call my boss to tell her that people were retarded. She agreed and told me to hurry up because there was expletive to be done.
So I waded through the river that is occasionally a parking lot and worked. The deluge ended during the time I worked today, which made my return commute much nicer.
