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| I'm just waitin' for a slot so I can get to my exit. |
Well, ya know, if it looks like I'm not happy today, it's because I am not. I'm trying to get from somewhere in Town to somewhere else Across Town, and I hit the dang ol' Rush Hour Traffic Crush.
Despite the snappy name, the dang ol' Rush Hour Traffic Crush is anything but a fun game.
It's because there are so many cars driving around, except insteadda drivin', they're crawling along so slowly that a glacier just passed me on the right as I crawl along in traffic.
It's bumper-to-bumper, only side-to-side here on the road. All I want to do is get to the exit lane, but nobody will let me in. There's people who just came up on the on-ramp who'd like to get in a travel lane, and I'd love to let 'em in, but I can't move to make a big enough space for 'em. Everybody wants to be First, so we're all last.
Friends, Rush Hour Traffic Crush just stinks and it takes the sparkle right outta a kid.
What's that? Oh! Wait a minute! There's a fella who saw my blinker wantin' to go to the exit, and he's got his blinker on to get in my lane, and he's holdin' up the line so I can scoonch in. What a great fella! When somebody does something nice for you in traffic, be sure to wave and smile and acknowledge it!
Thank ya, Fella!
Friends, I'm rollin' again, so I'll ketchup with ya tomorrow. I love ya lots! Muah!
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