For reasons too complicated to explain but involving preschool and the nature of time, my life now requires that twice a week I drive from the Mid-Sunset at just after 8:30 to a parking garage in the Civic Center area where I must arrive by 9:00 a.m. or the parking fee doubles. IT'S REAL EXCITING. If you know your San Francisco geography and morning commuting patterns, you might be thinking "IT CAN'T BE DONE" or "GOOD FUCKING LUCK" but I have a friend helping me and his or her name is WAZE.
WAZE is a traffic app like blood is a helpful liquid. Basically what it does is take info from everybody who has it and is driving around in their car and puts it all into its computer brain and then tells you the best route to take to get wherever you're going. Before I started using it I would miss the cutoff pretty regularly and get screwed but I haven't missed it yet since I started using it. Disclaimer I don't work for Waze.
Plus the best part it also functions as a free game called DO I HAVE ANY FUCKING CHANCE OF MAKING IT ON TIME. Here's the screen you see:
Or the screen I saw this morning anyway, while I was on morning commute nightmare Oak Street. As you can see, Waze is telling me to turn left on Scott which I did and which worked out fine but see that time at the bottom? The 8:58? That's the time Waze thinks you're going to make it to wherever you're going. It changes as you go along, depending on traffic or whatever. WOW EXCITING. So you can constantly check it and see how fucked you are.
This morning, I made it to the garage at 8:58. THANKS WAZE.
Waze has not been without controversy! Mainly because it's been steering loads of people onto formerly quiet side streets when freeways are jammed. Oh well! You can't stop progress!
Google owns Waze now, natch.