Sunday, April 20, 2008

Jam woes

I never really did understood why is there a need to have traffic jams. And "they" know no timings. In the mornings. In the afternoons. In the evenings. And even late at nights. What the hell is it for? I don't know. There were no downpours. There were no accidents. There were no stalled vehicles. The were no road closures. There were no road constructions. There were no royalties making through. There were no faulty traffic lights. Then for what?

It gets very frustrating. Your journey takes an hour without the jam. So, plus the jam? It takes 2 hours. Imagine what you could have done in 2 hours. Instead, you sit there wishing a giant broom would sweep the lane clear in front of you. Or maybe you'd wish your car could fly. Or maybe you'd wish you could teleport. But I think reality wise, you'd wish that you'd taken the other alternative route instead. But too bad. You're still stuck there. And the jam goes on as far as your eyes takes you.

What other ways are there for you to entertain yourself? You've finished the novel that you brought along. Those mags have been flipped for over the 100th time. You've chatted with who ever that you can think of calling. You've tuned into all the radio stations that interests you. You've replayed that CD over and over again. You've munched up all the tit-bits. You've snapped all kinds of silly pictures of yourself. You've observed all kinds of wierd antics in your "neighbouring" vehicles. And you still have another hour more to kill. So how? Sleep? Or maybe you can start honking? Should spice up the situation a little.

By the time you reach your destination, you'd be so damn exhausted. All energies used up fighting something you can never win. The city sure is interesting. Has anyone tried to get stuck in a jam on purpose? Which idiot would do that right? A true test of patience. What can you do? Just follow lor. And use it as an excuse for being late. Which most people don't seem to accept any longer. *shrugs*

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