There’d better be carnage
by the time I get up there.
It is unforgivable enough
for my field of vision to fill with the angry red of brake lights. There had
better be something to see, some reason for this inconvenience. I had better
see frantic red and blue flashes highlighting the catalytic convertor melted to
slag, or the door twisted to modern sculpture, or the windshield divvied into
engagement rings.
Make it worth my while to
have lost the length of a pop single grumbling as if my dashboard could hear
me.
But (since everything bad
always happens to me) I get to the head of the line and it’s nothing. Whatever
disaster there may have been vanished in a puff of less than smoke. Or maybe
there was never anything more than a cascade of brake tapping by the cautious
or incompetent that slowed the whole thing down.
Moments I will never get
back and it was all for nothing.
No comments:
Post a Comment