1. Snow covers the road
yet no-one is slowing down.
I’m going to die.
2. A woman speeds past,
a foot of snow on her car.
We laugh out of fear.
3. That hill didn’t seem
so high until I slid back
down it at high speed.
4. We play a game:
Count drivers who are crying.
The winner is: twelve.
5a. We all have cell phones,
but is anyone keen to
talk traffic with us?
5b. I call to complain.
My girlfriend suddenly has
to go to the can.
5c. The thought dawns: Only
talking traffic is duller
than traffic itself.
6. The red light means naught
to cars spinning donuts through
the intersection.
7. Oh! The train signal.
Will I leave any stains here
when it crushes me?
8. Home is in sight.
The only things stopping me
are ten thousand cars.
9. The garage door sticks.
Now it’s just me and my friend
carbon monoxide.
10. In bed at last. Can’t
wait to do it all again
in about six hours.
Comments (3)
Drove from Burlington, ON to Chicago, IL on January 4…right through that big midwestern snowstorm. An 8 hour drive that took 11. I feel your pain!
That is the saddest, and yet somehow funniest, thing I have read in a long time.
Brilliant, just brilliant. And you pinpointed the biggest danger posed by the weather: the news is full of accidents caused mostly by drivers that wouldn’t slow down. (sigh)