When I used to actually leave the house to work, I had to drive to Virginia Beach. The actual location of the restaurant was only 22 miles from my driveway, but with tunnel traffic, rubberneckers and all the other non capabilities of Virginia drivers, the drive took me anywhere from 30 minutes to 3 hours. If there was a nasty accident in the tunnel, and you had passed the last exit to the other tunnel, you had no choice but to wait. Traffic had to be backed out so emergency vehicles could get in. Then the mess had to be cleared before you could get through. Awful mess.
While running errands the other day, I was reminded of another reason this drive was so annoying. The Beach is east of me. In the mornings, I would be driving East to work, after work I would be driving West home. It looked something like this on most days, and for both the before and after work trip.