Turtle hour traffic evokes wonder

The question came to me when I had a lot of time on my hands. I was trapped in a place no person of sound mind should ever be, amid a gaggle of rush hour cars at the site of the monument to the Rube Goldberg School of Traffic Control, the intersection of East Sunshine at Bypass 65, Eastgate and Ingram Mill Road.

Traffic was going nowhere fast, just as the traffic planners apparently intended if anything ever was actually intended. Cars were crammed together going nowhere, but doing it in every direction. The question sort of popped up in my head, and leaped out of my mouth.

To no one in particular, I said, "Why is this chaos called rush hour traffic?" No one was even close to rushing anywhere. Turtle hour traffic perhaps, but rush hour?

A lot of questions float around in my head