I give you a poem, by the one and only, Michelle Gardner:
Rush Hour Houston
Four lanes across creeping, crawling
Slow progress
Lights outta sync
Strategic maneuvers
Seek the open space to get ahead
Right lane?
No!
Mind the bus!
Wait, why are you braking?
Oh, I see. Because the car beside you braked…
Moron.
Green light and most cars race forward
There’s always one
Keep up!
Don’t impede our progress.
Pay attention.
Move along.
Oh dear, is traffic interfering with your phone call?
Boo hoo.
HANG UP!
Waddaya waitin’ for – an engraved invite to turn?
Red light
Open lane
Turn right
GO!
Two cars moving side by side
Finally one gives ground
Squeeze into the open slot
Empty lanes ahead…
Floor it
Fifty. Sixty-five. Seventy.
Eighty
ahhhhhhhhh
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