3 Plows

 It was snowing at 3:00 AM when we left here for Logan.  By the time we got to the airport, it was all rain.  The gradient between snow and rain was mostly a very slick form of slush.  The process was reversed on the way home, just getting more dangerous as I went, rather than less.

Toward the end, I--along with many other motorists got stuck behind three plows, taking up all three lanes of RT 3 and going a steady 20 MPH.  They were diagonal:  The left one in the lead, plowing snow towards the right, the one in the middle plowing to the one in the rightmost lane, who was furthest back.

It didn't take me long to figure-out that the left plow could have just plowed to the left and therefore not have to be doing that lane at the same time as the other two.  Now, if I, who am not a municipal worker, could think of this; surely, guys who do this for a living could think of it too.  So, were they just overgrown teens having fun?

Who knows?  I took the next exit and made it the rest of the way home on back-roads.