I sat waiting at the red light. Anticipation burning silently through my veins, waiting for the one blessed instant when the angry red light would turn to a glorious green arrow and I could complete my hard fought battle to reach my destination. Slowly the seconds ticked by until at last I was given the signal to shift into first gear.
The car in front of me started. Then it braked. Start, brake, start, brake. The driver's hesitation a source of laughter to the motorists across from us, waiting for their own release. Did she know the hard green light indicated that she was free to turn left without fear of misadventure? Did the clear direction only confuse her?
Such is the sad state of late night travelers.
1 comment:
The last line was so poignant and beautiful, and perhaps even true.
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