CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

I CHECKED my face in the compact mirror once again and honked, a car was right in front of me and it refused to move. My phone rang and I saw it was Kelvin calling, again.

"I'm on my way, you'll see me very soon," I snapped without letting him talk.

I ended the call and honked again. A man from the car came over to knock on my window, I rolled it down and smiled. He explained that the car was faulty and I would have to join the other lane, the other cars behind me honked as we conversed. I showed him the little concern I could muster regarding his situation, and when he left I tried to squeeze in between lanes so I could join the moving cars. I got cursed at and insulted by other drivers, but I ignored them and sped off.