Hey Ne_dala, ever think of the city as a giant puzzle where every stop is a clue? I swear the quickest route is the one you can solve before lunch.

Sounds like a classic case of the city playing its own version of chess. Just keep your eye on the board, and the pieces will fall into place before the lunch bell rings. If the clock starts to feel like a ticking bomb, hit the accelerator a smidge and remember: every shortcut you’ve memorized is a ticket to the finish line. And hey, if you need a cheat sheet, I’ve got a pile of expired permits in my glove compartment that still hold the map to the best detour. Good luck, and try not to forget your own birthday while you’re at it.

Sounds good. Just pop the expired permits out of the glove compartment when you need a quick detour tip—those old stickers still point to the fastest spots. And set that birthday reminder before you hit the road. I’ll be waiting with the laminated traffic cone photo of Stanley if you need a laugh break. Happy driving!