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Traffic Jam
After telling you my story I´d like to let you know that I´ve always hated traffic jams. I don’t know what is it about them that makes me so hysterical, and gives me headaches. With this in mind, I can begin with my story. Not so much ago, maybe a year or so, on a summer afternoon I was running late for my dance class, as usual. I was in a real hurry, which I assume most of the people in this city always are by the way they drive around honking in each corner, which I think is completely unnecessary by the way.
Everything was going great, if my estimations were correct I would get just in time for my class until I saw it. The driveway was completely paralyzed, the cars weren’t moving at all. At that moment I forgot completely about by dance class, there was no way I could get there. Twenty minutes had gone by and I had moved 5 meters at most. Forty minutes, and I was still stuck in there, there was no way to get out.
I was losing my mind; my phone battery had died and the sun was shining intensely. Around me I noticed everyone looked pretty mad and stressed. They kept honking insistently, which didn’t make any different at all, just creates more buzz. There was nothing we could do, just wait.
After waiting for a long time, I saw far away in the distance a car crash, in that moment I didn’t get mad I just felt sorry for them. Everyone was screaming at them and what looked like cursing from a distance. It wasn’t their fault, it wasn’t their decision to be standing there in the driveway. I’m sure they had enough in that moment, the last thing they needed were complaints.
An hour had gone by and finally I was passing by the car crash and for my surprise my brother was standing there in the middle of the driveway. At that moment I waved at him and didn’t know if I should laugh or not by the situation I was on. My brother stared at me and just laughed, as mad as I wanted to be at him I couldn’t stop laughing by the irony in this situation.
