The road to Hell is paved with good intentions, or at least it’s supposed to be, according to the contract I bid on.
The road’s even worse now. The job shoulda been done by now, and I’m way over budget, but how was I to know about the weather problems, the commodities market run by speculators on good intentions, and the union going on strike on me… it’s not my fault, really.
I have no time for my other contracts, my business is about to go under.
I look down… and the road’s finished.
Time for me to walk it.