Thank you, thank you, we're here all week

For a moment, I will assume the identity of Captain Obvious here. If you live in New Orleans now, you know one universal truth:

Traffic sucks.

While sitting in traffic on Jefferson Avenue in front of the Isidore Newman School, my dearest and I slumped into our usual traffic sulk. This is more of a slightly soured mood, followed by a sigh, then a shift in the seat, and often finished with another sigh and an elbow placed on some surface in the car.

We waited. He read the sign on the side of the school. In his best Seinfeldian voice, he muttered, "Newwwwwman."