Hitting Traffic

I admit it, I’m very spoiled. I commute to work before most folks are awake and when I am off work, I travel in the opposite direction of most folks.

But then there is Thursday, when I have to drive across town and pick up my daughter.

Then I hit traffic.

I do not understand traffic. You slow down. You stop. Must be an accident.

Ten minutes later, I’m still sitting there. Okay I drove ten feet. But I’m certain there’s an accident. So I creep forward.

And forward a little more. Someone must be really hurt.

Then someone cuts me off.

And now I’m thinking, someone’s gonna be hurt.

Really hurt.

But I sit there for a while, inching forward at 5 minutes a 100 feet. Then snap, traffic springs free. Speed picks up. I’m back up to 55 mph.

What happened? There was no accident, no nothing.

So why did we come to a complete stop? And creep along for half an hour? It’s one of the wonders of the world.

About Linda Andrews

Linda Andrews lives with her husband and three children in Phoenix, Arizona. When she announced to her family that her paranormal romance was to be published, her sister pronounce: "What else would she write? She’s never been normal." All kidding aside, writing has become a surprising passion. So just how did a scientist start to write paranormal romances? What other option is there when you’re married to romantic man and live in a haunted house? If you’ve enjoyed her stories or want to share your own paranormal experience feel free to email the author at www.lindaandrews.net She’d love to hear from you.
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