Grr, I had to drive my wife's car. We found an excellent mechanic, so whenever one of her cars needs repair, I drive it to the garage two blocks from my workplace. I had to make a stop in midtown on my way, which meant I had to drive through midtown, which is torturous.

One funny thing is that I asked my phone's navigation app to get me to work. It told me to take the "Maj Deegan Expressway" and pronounced "Maj" as "mahzh," as if it's some kind of Indian name.