There's Always Traffic For A Damn Good Reason
So it's 4:30 pm, I'm stuck as usual on the 405 and there's a ton of traffic. Not so hard to imagine, right? And I'm inching along, when suddenly I look in my rear view mirror and guess who's behind me? The Coroner. Yup, for one hour, I sat nervously in front of the Coroner's white van. Was my time up? But soon enough, I realize why. A bunch of police cars are surrounding the leftest lane, and there's a dead body with a sheet covering it. A construction worker had been hit. Ah-hah! I still have time. Who knew that traffic jams could be so enlightening?
Wait...does this make me sound insensitive?