Sentences with phrase «about rush hour traffic»

If you're like most sales people, you spend a lot of time on the road, and as a result, you know a thing or two about rush hour traffic.

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Outside Lake Hills Church — situated on 40 acres about half an hour's drive from downtown Austin — a dozen sheriff's deputies managed the Sunday morning traffic rush.

Now that I'm home with my baby and don't have an office job, I forget about things like rush hour traffic after work or when school gets out.

Unfortunately «in my area» didn't mean in the Twin Cities proper, which is where I live; it meant in a rich, white suburb about 35 minutes away, not accounting for rush hour traffic.

After the HOV policy was abandoned, the average speed of Jakarta's rush hour traffic declined from about 17 to 12 miles per hour in the mornings, and from about 13 to 7 miles per hour in the evenings.

We're in the thick of rush - hour traffic swarming out of New York, averaging about 40 mph.

Babying it around town with kids in the car, getting stuck in rush - hour traffic and using the remote start on a couple cold mornings netted an average under 18 mpg, about what I would have expected from the former V6 model and well under the EPA average.

So this was an accurate call, but it was about as brave — and as useful — as predicting heavy traffic during rush hour.

These individuals are fortunate they don't have to worry about rush - hour traffic to get to their offices, but working from home brings about a whole new set of concerns.

No wonder Jackie Chan's Rush Hour 3 is being banned (well, it isn't actually about Beijing's awful traffic).

Studies show that energy consumption per passenger - km by road transport in Tokyo during rush hours is about 23 times that of railways, not to mention the traffic congestion and air pollution.

These individuals are fortunate they don't have to worry about rush - hour traffic to get to their offices, but working from home brings about a whole new set of concerns.

Mainlanders don't care about delays like that — it just means they get a Starbucks and miss the evening rush hour traffic — but for an islander the result is missing the last ferry home and being barricaded in a motel near the ferry terminal.

You might find that what looks like a quick ten - minute drive is really about thirty minutes when you take into account rush hour traffic.

It went something like this: hotel check - in, locate room, locate wifi service, attempt connection to wifi, wonder why the connection is taking so long, try again, locate phone, call front desk, get told «the internet is broken for a while», decide to hot - spot the mobile phone because some emails really needed to be sent, go «la la la» about the roaming costs, locate iron, wonder why iron temperature dial just spins around and around, swear as iron spews water instead of steam, find reading glasses, curse middle - aged need for reading glasses, realise iron temperature dial is indecipherably in Chinese, decide ironing front of shirt is good enough when wearing jacket, order room service lunch, start shower, realise can't read impossible small toiletry bottle labels, damply retrieve glasses from near iron and successfully avoid shampooing hair with body lotion, change (into slightly damp shirt), retrieve glasses from shower, start teleconference, eat lunch, remember to mute phone, meet colleague in lobby at 1 pm, continue teleconference, get in taxi, endure 75 stop - start minutes to a inconveniently located client, watch unread emails climb over 150, continue to ignore roaming costs, regret tuna panini lunch choice as taxi warmth, stop - start juddering, jet - lag, guilt about unread emails and traffic fumes combine in a very unpleasant way, stumble out of over-warm taxi and almost catch hypothermia while trying to locate a very small client office in a very large anonymous business park, almost hug client with relief when they appear to escort us the last 50 metres, surprisingly have very positive client meeting (i.e. didn't throw up in the meeting), almost catch hypothermia again waiting for taxi which despite having two functioning GPS devices can't locate us on a main road, understand why as within 30 seconds we are almost rendered unconscious by the in - car exhaust fumes, discover that the taxi ride back to the CBD is even slower and more juddering at peak hour (and no, that was not a carbon monoxide induced hallucination), rescheduled the second client from 5 pm to 5.30, to 6 pm and finally 6.30 pm, killed time by drafting this guest blog (possibly carbon monoxide induced), watch unread emails climb higher, exit taxi and inhale relatively fresher air from kamikaze motor scooters, enter office and grumpily work with client until 9 pm, decline client's gracious offer of expensive dinner, noting it is already midnight my time, observe client fail to correctly set office alarm and endure high decibel «warning, warning» sounds that are clearly designed to send security rushing... soon... any second now... develop new form of nausea and headache from piercing, screeching, sounds - like - a-wailing-baby-please-please-make-it-stop-alarm, note the client is relishing the extra (free) time with us and is still talking about work, admire the client's ability to focus under extreme aural pressure, decide the client may be a little too work focussed, realise that I probably am too given I have just finished work at 9 pm... but then remember the 200 unread emails in my inbox and decide I can resolve that incongruency later (in a quieter space), become sure that there are only two possibilities — there are no security staff or they are deaf — while my colleague frantically tries to call someone who knows what to do, conclude after three calls that no - one does, and then finally someone finally does and... it stops.