Jeremy Ferguson:

It was 5:10 on a Friday night.
Everybody wanted to go home.
The includes me.
Turning right into the traffic I hit am immediate red light.
I hit my head against the steering wheel.
"Dear lord!"
HONK!
"Shit." I press down on the gas pedal. I shoot forward.
And keep going through green lights.
Maybe I will make it home at a reasonable hour; especially a Friday!
Cruising I eventually run into a red light.
It lasts less than a minute.
Soon I am back driving. Thankfully.
Pressing down on the pedal I go the speed limit.
80.
Another red light.
"This is getting ridiculous." I murmur.
Green.
I go.
Eventually reaching 80 once more.
'Incoming call. Incoming call. Oi! Call! Call alert!'
My screen lights up on the radio.
"What now Jinxx?"
"Well, hello to you. Why are you sour?"
"I hate traffic. Sorry Jinxx. Now, I am glad to see your face."
"Awe, thanks! I love seeing yours too."
"Gross, enough with the lovey dovey. What's up?"
"We have a dinner date with my brother."
"Is that tonight?"
"Did you forget?"
"No."
"Yes!"
"Okay, fine."
"Why! Damn, I wanted you to remember! Once about me."
"Jinxx. Shut the fuck up. I will see you later."
"I am not done talking yet!"
"I am!"
I close my eyes in anger.
Then felt the car crumple.

Hello, all. 😃