It’s 2:38pm as I leave work, hoping I’ll beat traffic. I set my receipt filled purse and empty lunchbox in the passenger seat. I make my way on to the busy street of downtown. “hm, it’s half past 2. What’s going on?”

I make it to the highway fastest to home.

“Oh. What in the world!”

“Why is everyone moving so slow.”

I’m slowly making my way, seeing flashing lights up ahead. As I’m sitting in traffic, seeing the difference in people’s driving. One guy honks and try’s to pass me, nearly causing a crash.

As I’m looking at my lunchbox.

“Why did I even bring this, I didn’t even pack anything.” Scoffs. Skkurrr. I slam on my breaks, my purse and lunchbox goes flying. “Hopefully this clears up soon this is so stupid!” I get closer to the flashing lights.

2 ambulances.

“Keep moving! We don’t all have nowhere to be!”

3.. 4 cop cars.

“I don’t even see what happened, oh shit!”

1 fire truck. 3 firefighters.

A tipped over truck blocking 2 of this 4 lane highway. On fire.

Phone rings.

“Whose calling me?”

Using my finger tips to grab my purse. I give up.

Skkreechh. I don’t even get time to look up fully.

“Fuck!”

I’m about 2 inches from the car in front of me.

“Can I catch a break!”

Phone continues to ring.

“I’m not getting that I guess.”

Finally. I’m passed all of that.

“I’ll just take this exit. I’ll just take the back way home.”

As I get off the highway a truck gets off as well.

“Thats the truck that cut me off earlier.”

I put my blinker on.

He puts his blinker on.

I get to the light and decide to stop at the gas station.

He pulls in too.

“Hmm I’ll get some chips, and a drink.”

He’s still in his truck as I walk out I noticed him turn he truck back on.

I get back in the car and on the road.

He’s behind me.

I put my left blinker on at the light.

No blinker he turns with me.

I pay no mind as I sip my drink and smack on my barbecue chips.

“He’s riding my ass, well I’m going any faster bud. You’ll just have to go around.”

Phone rings.

“Who keeps calling?”

I grab my phone.

“Unknown caller?”

I don’t answer. They call another 2 times.

The truck gets closer and starts to flash his lights. Honks his horn like a maniac. He’s waving his phone out the window.

Phone rings.

“Hello…?”

The truck speeds around me, finally.

Skkkurrttt.

I drop my phone.

“Did this m..fu..er just break check me?!”

He’s going 20 mph in a 45.

“What is he doing?”

I’m coming up on my turn I turn my blinker on.

I turn. He stops. Makes a quick turn behind me. I can hear the rev of his truck.

I speed up.

“What the fuck?”

I’m 2 blocks from my house. I grab for my keys.

“Where’s my phone?! I need to call Ty!”

I can’t find my phone.

I turn left. Quick. No blinker.

He’s still on my tail.

“Ok I just need to get close enough to open the garage.”

I fumble to press the garage button.

“This stupid remote! I told him to change the battery!”

I’m getting closer to my house.

He’s almost close enough to hit my car.

“Finally!”

I get the remote to work and I pull into my garage. I close it as I watch him speed off.

“Wtf! What was that!”

I sit in my car for a minute to collect my thoughts.

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