I sit here yet again waiting…
I don’t mind waiting; it’s the part about what you do when your waiting that gets to you;
You wait, and you wait… and you wait.
The clock ticks by, minutes and seconds melting away never to comeback…
And still, you wait;

On an average a person in New York wastes four days of his/her entire life waiting for the traffic light to change; imagine that, four whole days of waiting for a freaking light to change, why?
Just so that you can go back home and add a couple of layers to that beer belly, while the celebrity’s from Lala Land play a game that’s as logical as a fourth grader’s coloring book.

What for?
Well you have to go do that all over again the next day right?!
You can’t just leave the game half played; you gotta be in it if you wanna win it!
Another day, another dollar, back in the car, back at the light, and what do you do?
You wait…

Minutes tick away, finger tapping the dashboard for the diodes to switch from crimson to green, you think about the La-Z-Boy(Guaranteed Comfort or your money back!), bloody thing made you 700$ lighter, @&#$ them corporate hounds; can’t wait to get to your 32nd floor city-wide-view office eh? The sec’s cleavage is always a lifter when you’re down…

You sit here, contemplating the best way to get outta not submitting reports, when were you supposed to send ‘em in again? Was it Tuesday? Naa, Wednesday! Or…maybe it… @#*$ WHY ISN’T IT #@*$ING CHANGING?! IT’S BEEN FOREVER!!! #%^@ING FOREVER! Isn’t it annoying when your head does that?
 
Sit here wishing that the neighbor’s kid (what was his name again? Jack?) gets run over by a fourteen-wheeler, $#@hole just has to wake you up every CHANGE #$%#ING HELL! Yeah, very annoying…

You never realize that the lil ol’ lady sitting next to you in mini van is gonna be dead in less than three minutes; she’s 65 and on her way to her grandson’s birthday party, she even got the youngman a baseball glove! He’s seven, but he has to start playing eventually right?

Did you imagine that, in less than two minutes you’d be staring at a car that looks like a pizza box on its side;
The sirens, the screams, the blood…it was all over the sidewalk wasn’t it? Who knew that a lil ol’ lady could have..
When the cops asked what happened, how come you were crying? You didn’t even know her, you never cry when they show people dying in high def, but all that wasn’t real, how does that make a difference? It just does.

You’d never be the same at a traffic light again,
Funny how a truck that probably carries your shaving cream to the local mall, be something that causes insomnia…

Was it because you wished that the kid get run ove…no, no, NO, of course not, you were just kidding, you wouldn’t want something like that to happen to anyone, but you did, didn’t you? No, this isn’t..related..is it? I..no, no it isn’t…

It wasn’t your fault, then why is it that you twitch every time you see a truck in your rear view mirror?

Staring up at the stop light, you pray for it to change…
As sweat breaks out on your forehead, you clutch the steering wheel, waiting…

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Life’s too short and unpredictable, try and get out of it happy…