I was all proud that I left a little early for work. Then the traffic starts. About 5 exits sooner than usual. I'm not sure how many miles it was, but I couldn't have broken 15MPH for about an hour. Finally, the cool tell you what's going on signs say there are delays to Exit 49. I get all geared up to see some horrible accident. As we get closer, I realize, wow, there's NO TRAFFIC AT ALL in the eastbound lane. Now, I know the majority of people going to work on Long Island in the morning go westbound...but...no one?? Hey wait. I bet the accident WASN'T IN THE WESTBOUND LANE AFTERALL. (quick one, I am) I figure if it was bad enough to slow traffic for 5 exits, it must be pretty bad, right? Well, once I finally get there, I see a big truck. It has two what I later learned were dumpsters on it. There's another, about 200 feet behind the truck. There are crews looking under an overpass. Apparently this MORON had hit the underpass. There was no blood. There was no gore. There was nothing blocking traffic in the direction I was going. Yet, I was an hour late for work. The sign should not have said major delays to Exit 49. It should have said "FOR GOD'S SAKE...JUST DRIVE!!!!"