I give you a poem, by the one and only, Michelle Gardner:
Rush Hour Houston
Four lanes across creeping, crawling
Lights outta sync
Seek the open space to get ahead
Mind the bus!
Wait, why are you braking?
Oh, I see. Because the car beside you braked…
Green light and most cars race forward
There’s always one
Don’t impede our progress.
Oh dear, is traffic interfering with your phone call?
Waddaya waitin’ for – an engraved invite to turn?
Two cars moving side by side
Finally one gives ground
Squeeze into the open slot
Empty lanes ahead…
Fifty. Sixty-five. Seventy.