Stuck in my car on yet another traffic jam at 5 pm, I'm sitting here watching the same guy drive by for what feels like the twentieth time, honking his horn at the brake lights in front of him like it's going to magically make the entire highway materialize ahead. Like he doesn't notice the sea of cars just as backed up as he is. Does he really think he's the only one who's late?
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