I changed the route I drive into work because there’s often a queue off the motorway that stretches back so far that you can’t tell when you first see it if the queue is for the left hand lane (don’t care) or the right hand lane (mine).
It’s almost always for the left hand lane so I’m fine to drive on a bit and join the queue for my lane in half a mile. Except for the one time it wasn’t, and I had to merge into this mile long queue right at the end of it (because I can’t just stop on the motorway) and I still haven’t fully recovered from feeling the focused hatred of one hundred drivers staring at the back of my head and thinking “who the fuck does this prick think he is?”.