It was the AA Roadwatch announcement that caught my attention: "It's busy on the Kylemore Road, especially southbound from before the canal bridge to the Naas Road junction."
Had there been a pile-up? After all, one of the few advantages of the lockdown is that with less traffic there have been fewer accidents.
But nope, thankfully, it wasn't an accident and nobody was hurt. Instead, the reason for the delays was rather more prosaic - McDonald's reopened this week and people were desperate to get their first Big Mac in months.
In scenes not witnessed since the madness outside Krispy Kreme when the doughnut chain first opened in Dublin in 2018, peckish punters were happy to queue for more than an hour to get their fix of beef patties and that weird gloopy substance they call a milkshake.
Almost as soon as you could say 'I'm lovin' it', the busybodies were out in force, wagging their fingers at the Mac-munchers and warning us all about the dangers of obesity and the inherent problems presented by eating fast food.
To which most people said - so what? You can take our burgers from our cold, dead, greasy, ketchup-sticky fingers.
The eternal-health fantasists of the public health lobby have been having a gay old time of it of late. Nothing we do will ever be good enough for them and they will always find some new way of scolding us. When they weren't giving out about McDonald's, they were warning people against eating snacks. When they weren't giving out about snacks, they were lecturing women that they shouldn't be drinking so much.
Then we were informed that we should use Phase 1 of the lockdown exit to take more exercise.
That more people chose to take advantage of the greater freedom of movement to go off and buy a burger rather than do yoga in their local park is a reminder of one thing - people are sick of being told what to do by unelected officials and they're not prepared to be chided by strangers.
Don't get me wrong, I'm no fan of McDonald's. I haven't eaten any of their stuff for at least 20 years and I don't see myself changing that habit any time soon. But I understand why so many people were prepared to waste a glorious sunny afternoon queuing at a drive-thru for the kind of meal that normally wouldn't cross their minds.
It was about taking back a bit of control. It was about trying to bring a semblance of normality back into their lives. After all, what could be more simple and normal than picking up a burger and fries?
There was a lot of bunkum during the introduction of the lockdown back in March about how we were all going to use this unexpected free time to improve ourselves.
We would be able to finally learn that language we always wanted to pick up. We'd have plenty of opportunities to master the guitar, or take up origami. How long did that last?
By my admittedly unscientific reckoning, these lofty plans for self-improvement lasted about a week before people realised the reason why they had never bothered to learn these skills before was because it was too boring.
Who wants boring when you can have chocolate for breakfast, spend the day in your pyjamas and break open a bottle of wine in the afternoon? We've become a nation of couch potatoes, and that is precisely the way we should be at the moment.
In times of great stress - and we still sure haven't fully processed just how stressful the last few month have been - there is a very human desire to reassure ourselves with the things we know and trust. There have been several talking heads popping up on radio and TV to warn us against the evils of comfort eating, but what else is there to do with our time? It seems that everyone I know has put on a stone in the last few months and for all the hectoring from the sidelines, few of us even seem to care.
That's because we all have more important things on our mind - the health of loved ones, worries about our jobs, the knowledge that the next bill from Revenue is going to arrive like a Howler letter in Harry Potter.
So is it any wonder that so many of us are taking temporary refuge in that extra slice of cake, or opening a can of beer earlier than normal?
But what is really interesting is how so many of us aren't just comfort eating and comfort drinking. We also all seem to be going down a heavy nostalgia route.
In last week's column, I mentioned my burgeoning addiction to old shows on YouTube, such as the 1970s sci-fi classic Blake's 7.
That prompted a surprisingly large response from readers who all find themselves in the same boat - rewatching the programmes they loved as kids, the albums that provided the soundtrack to their teenage years and the books that helped to mould them.
It's hardly rocket science - we know that matters are now utterly out of our hands, so we go back to the things that remind us of when we were safe and happy.
So eat that burger, open that bottle of wine, finish off that bar of chocolate. Let's face it, the whole nation is going to be joining the likes of Slimming World and Weight Watchers when this is over, so give yourself permission to overdo uit while you have the chance.
And if that annoys the public health busybodies? Well then, that's just an added bonus.