to meet Aunt Denise. We were well on our way when maybe about a mile before the bridge we came to a complete standstill. Eventually we found out they had closed the bridge and there was a three car accident. This is just after they cleared up two previous, so after about 1.5 hours sitting there, I convinced a few cars to inch up and let us out so I could get to a facility. By this time it was well after two and Aunt Denise was calling. Unfortunately there was nothing I could do, the bridge was still closed and the back up was well into Annapolis now. We are meeting tomorrow at noon.
I hate driving the bridge... it scares the living daylights out of me.