> A recent college graduate took a new job in a hilly Eastern city
>and began commuting each day to work through a tiring array of tunnels,
>bridges and traffic jams. To make the task less demanding, he invited
>several of his coworkers to share the ride.
>
> He soon found, however, that the commute continued to get more
>stressful, especially the trips through the tunnels. He consulted the
>company doctor.
>
> "Doc," the frustrated commuter complained, "I'm fine on the
>bridges, in the traffic, in the day and at night, and even when Joe
>forgets to bathe all week long. But when I get in the tunnels and I've
>got those four other guys crowded around me in the car, I get anxious and
>dizzy and feel like I'm going to explode."
>
> Without further analysis, the doctor announced he had identified
>the ailment.
>
> "What is it, Doc? Am I going insane?"
>
> "No, no, no, my boy. You have something very common in these
>parts."
>
> "Tell me! What is it?"
>
> "You have what is known as Carpool Tunnel Syndrome."
>