“Have patience, have patience,”
The song was being sung towards the back of my head, in a place I couldn’t easily sqaush it.
Traffic was bad today. The rain pelted down and at angle, making the windshield of my car a barely penetrable by the eye wall of liquid.
Cars ahead. Cars behind. Cars to my left, to my right.
Why do we do this day in and out?
A taxi, ahead of me and to the right, suddenly veered into my lane.
It was obvious that breaking would cause the car behind to crash, and there were no spaces to the left of me.
Nothing for it then.
I reached into that place and pulled the car upwards.
Me and my poo-brown van soared above the traffic.
I guess this is why I do it. What about you?
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