Alas, I have stumbled upon a redeeming feature in the ceaseless traffic nightmare that is Calgary.

While I was avoiding traffic this morning by taking a less traveled road (and by less traveled I mean that I only gouged out one of my eyes while sitting idlely amongst a sea of commuters, instead of gouging out both eyes) I drove by a storefront that would have caused an immediate pileup, had it not been for the snail-paced 10 kph that I clocked in passing.

There, glowing in the morning light of Calgary morning commuter traffic, was a sign that made getting up at 6 a.m. and leaving two-and-a-half hours before I needed to be at the track so that I could fight 500,000 other Calgarians for the privilege of punctuality almost worth it:

Montreal Bagels.

I said almost worth it. The store wasn't even open that early.