"How many seasons are there?"
"Two: winter and road construction."
Go ahead and take a minute to compose yourself after that knee-slapper.
Okay, so B is for barrier. The road construction here is out of control right now, and I had to take a total of seven detours yesterday to get through my day.
Manfriend informed me that the large orange and white plastic barriers are called "water-filled Jersey barriers." These barriers are light enough to carry when they're empty, but heavy enough when filled with water to stop a car.
Jersey barriers are jerks
Do not confuse jersey barriers with crash barrels, which are usually filled with sand.
Crash barrels can be jerks too
How's that for a knowledge bomb, my friends?
Seriously though, these barriers and barrels are a barrier to my happiness and general sense of well-being. For example, at 6:15 a.m. yesterday, I let out an aggressive string of expletives when I hit my first detour. While I do love a good curse word, I love them less when they come freely before I've had coffee or a single human interaction.
Barriers, be gone.