They've always had a fair shake of chaos in them. Every day of the commute is idyllic scenery past those "road work ahead" signs, that you know aren't for real (otherwise there'd be, well, work on the road ahead, but there never is), until the day it's a panic-driven stomp on the brake around the corner where people in reflective gear have inexplicably populated the area. Everyone keeps everyone around them on their toes, that way, one could figure