Running late for work but low on gas, the woman
stopped at a gas station. She inserted her debit card into the card reader and
chose unleaded gasoline. The morning sun leaked golden tinged light
through the alleys of the skyscrapers around her, and the sight relaxed her for
a brief moment. She heard a noise down the street that made her whip her head
around. A red sports car had turned the corner sharply causing its tires to
squeal in protest to the movement. The driver of the red car careened into the
spot beside the woman. A young man jumped out and grabbed the nozzle to fill up
his car dropping it in the process and cursed. "You're going to kill or
hurt someone driving like that!" The woman scolded. The young man turned
his face to her and narrowed his eyes in a scrunched up hateful expression and
said, "I'm late to work lady. I've got important places to be. I'm an
important man." The woman ignored his attitude and proceeded to go into
the gas station to grab a dark roast coffee; if she was going to be late she
might as well be super late. Ten minutes later, the woman was driving
towards her workplace when the cars in front of her screeched to a halt. Ahead
of the cars was an intersection with a mangled red sports car wrapped around
the front wheel of a dump truck in the middle of it, smoke plumes rising from
the wreckage. The woman thought, “I hope his important place was worth it.”
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