At the end of a long day where I braved a 1500-mile same-day round trip flight and waiting on elevated train platforms in sub-freezing temperatures, I walked out of my home airport terminal at almost 11:00 pm. Happy, but worn out by it all, I shuffled past a road sign.
“Yeah, that’s about right … I’m done,” I thought to myself.
Did you then enter the inactive work zone? or the active leisure zone? or something else entirely?