So, everyone has been there – fighting through the daily grind of your commute to work, clawing back every precious second, knowing that you really should not have pressed snooze for the second time.
All of a sudden the fighting is over and you coast to a stop, bathed in the orange glow of the overhead warning signs.
Red lights have popped on all over the front, and now you are thankful for the extra sleep, preparing you for this for this cursed gridlock.
Then it strikes, like a beam from the sky.
You jump out of the car and leap up high,
Over the kerb and down to the right
Over the hills and far from sight.