Some years ago, I was invited to a wedding that, given the parties involved, I knew would have a shmorg that met my most elaborate expectations: an endless variety of sushi, numerous meat boards, a plethora of hot dishes, and so on.
I prepared well for the grand affair by eating next to nothing the entire day. It was to be a day of fasting to feasting, and well worth saving the room in my stomach.
Waze told me I would get there with at least an hour to spare — ample time to enjoy the entire gamut of gastronomical delights.
But then disaster struck. Traffic ground to a halt. The Waze ETA began creeping up… and up… and up. Apparently, there had been a big accident up ahead, and the highway was transformed into a parking lot as emergency personnel worked the scene.
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