We set off just after 8.00 this morning and remarked that the traffic seemed a little heavier than usual.
We were still saying the same thing an hour and twenty minutes later.
Normally we do the journey in thirty minutes or less.
Finally we saw the problem. A car was broken down on a flyover. Simple enough, you’d have thought. Call a breakdown wagon, hoist it up and get it shifted. That way we can all get to work on time and be happy.
Instead, a breakdown vehicle was parked behind the broken down car, there were cones in the road and both drivers seemed to have disappeared.
Because this is the new me I am merely reporting it.
I’m not going to rage about people who drive cars that look like they have been picked out of a scrapyard at random, or mechanics who can’t fix cars, or even traffic policemen who can’t clear obstructions.
This is the result of writing haiku. I am now a much nicer person.
Unsettling, isn’t it?