People here complain about the traffic. (It is is nowhere as near nowhere as most would imagine at first blush)
My wife cannot leave here. She has a phobia. I used to commute between here and D.C. (That is a b#tch, btw)
One Friday afternoon I was down in D.C. -- heading to my friends house in Springfield, Va. I was sitting on the Woodrow Wilson bridge. My destination was just under 6 miles from where I was sitting in traffic. It was 5 P.M. on the dot. My wife called my cell and asked me what time I would get to his house. I instantly did the math and replied, "8." She plain flat didn't believe me. I got there at 7:55. I made good time. That's Friday afternoon in Northern Virginia.