Rush hour was never fun for anyone, but Susan Gray was probably the most irritated person on Route 12 that day. Her powder blue minivan was traveling at exactly three miles per hour as an ad for a local sandwich shop blared on the radio.

To make matters even worse, she was about to run over another pothole.

Susan cursed loudly and wondered why her tax money hadn't gone towards fixing the holes in the road. She couldn't have been the only driver who hated seeing holes in the road. At the very least, she would hopefully be home soon, and then she could spend the evening cuddling with her dogs.

Susan inched towards the traffic light. As she did so, she switched the radio station until she found a satisfactory classic rock station. However, the music didn't improve Susan's situation much. She still wasn't going anywhere.

By this point, it was too much. When the truck in front of her refused to move, despite the fact that the light was green, Susan honked her horn. The truck reluctantly inched forward, and Susan followed.

Finally, Susan entered her hometown. She couldn't have been more than ten minutes from Medallion Court, the apartment complex that she had moved to after she divorced her husband. Despite the fact that she was single, Susan didn't feel particularly lonely. She still had her dogs, after all.

Susan spent nearly an hour stuck in the richer sector of town. The houses there seemed to be calling out to her with their bright grandeur. They were almost taunting her and her poverty - the condition that she had landed herself in as a retail worker who couldn't bring herself to finish her degree.

As if Susan wasn't feeling bad enough, she ran into another pothole. "Curse you, government!" she shouted.

The white sedan in the other lane moved over and cut her off right after she ran over the pothole. Susan honked her horn again, but the driver in the white sedan ignored her.

Susan continued to drive, and as she did, the houses stopped taunting her. They morphed into all kinds of crooked shapes, and before long, the road entered Susan's neighborhood.

She could hardly contain her excitement as she careened onto her street. Finally, she was out of the traffic jam that she had been caught in since she had left work. Susan's car was the only one on the street, and thankfully, there were no potholes in sight.

Susan speeded down the street until she saw a police car parked in front of Medallion Court. When the police officer spotted Susan, she didn't hesitate to pull her over and give her a speeding ticket.

"These Medallion Court people are always causing trouble," the policewoman grumbled as she handed Susan her ticket.

This had officially been Susan's worst drive ever.