A CAR
STUCK IN TRAFFIC ON A DECEMBER EVENING IN 2019
Waiting waiting waiting. I can't believe this. I just want to go home. Oh, I'm so tired. So so so so so tired, but I absolutely can't fall asleep at the wheel. Oh, why did this have to happen? I just want to go home already, for God's sake. Look at how it is outside—look at the perfect pure pitch black sky. The snow's falling and I have to keep my windshield wipers on. The rubber blades squawk hideously across the glass, and I make a mental note to myself to replace the blades this weekend: a burden of a task that's been hanging over my head for the past four months, which I'm sure I'll forget about again as soon as I get home. It's only 8:47 PM but man, I'm tired, so tired. I miss the summer when the sun wouldn't set 'til after 9. The darkness is just too depressing. Well, it's not too long until the equinox anyway, and then the days will start getting longer again. Then I guess I'll have something to look forward too. This cycle of the days growing longer and shorter happens every year like clockwork —although I guess that's kind of a redundant comparison. Forgive me, I'm not the best at writing or making up original ideas. Especially when I'm stuck in traffic on the 401 in my teeny tiny small-as-shit car at 8:49 PM. Okay, practically speaking, my car's not really that small. It's a crummy 2001 Chevy Impala, which I guess makes it medium-size. At least it's not as small as those tiny 2-seaters. But being in here is making me feel claustrophobic. I don't have a blanket in my car. What if my gas cuts out? Hey—I'm in Math, I could've used a comparison to a sine function or something. But I don't remember if the amount of daylight per day followed a sinusoidal curve. Was that something I ever learned? I feel pretty restless and I want to move my legs around, but I also have to keep my foot on the brake pedal. Can't this lane move any faster? I feel like I've inched forward 50 metres in the last five minutes. I breathe out a heavy sigh. I guess not keeping a blanket in my car isn't too bad. Worst comes to worst, I'll always have my phone on me. Then I remember the fact that last Wednesday, I left my phone in MC 4021 after AMATH 250. Thankfully, it was still exactly where I had left it, lying face-down and without a trace of any malicious touch
