Cruising down I-45 through the Woodlands, headed back to Houston from a weekend spent with my girlfriend’s family, I was offered a new path in life.
“You’ve spent 47 hours in traffic this year. MOVE TO OKLAHOMA,” a digital billboard blared briefly before switching to show an ad for a personal injury lawyer.
The traffic was obnoxious, sure, and it was moving slowly enough that I got a good look at the billboard. But it wasn’t moving so slow that I could whip my phone out to get a photo, and it certainly wasn’t moving slow enough to make me consider turning the car around, driving back up I-45, getting on I-35 in Dallas, and then driving to Oklahoma City and never looking back…