The End Of An Era: Human Chain Prevails

While this endless dance of cars raged on, the drivers listened to their radios in order to hear developments on the war, or anything to criticize the Bush gang about. If you were to somehow, place yourself in the middle of this traffic, open any car door, view the driver at work and observe, you would find a very profound event taking place before your eyes.

The driver of the car slowly puts his foot on the gas, only to slam his foot on the brake again on account of the fact that there is back-to-back traffic both ways on the roads. Appropriately, the driver’s heart rate rockets upwards and his cholesterol slowly constricts his blood flow. Just as cholesterol clogs an artery and restricts the flow of blood, these people were forced into an ugly bottleneck, a cow shoot for cars, and found no thoroughfare into the city.

Car after car added to the tumultuous atmosphere, keeping the people from getting in. The now enraged driver throws up his fists at the sight of another driver parallel to his car and drives with his knees. His vicious cussing and flailing distracts the other driver, who in turn swerves out of the way of a perilous sinkhole which he had not noticed mere seconds ago and creates a vicious firestorm. The swerving and cussing leaps from car to car, like a fire started in a dry, western forest, slowly blooming into a giant fireball that consumes the eight-lane highway and every driver on it.

This massive wave of swerving and cussing eventually reached our fateful bus in one large ball of rage and movement. It crashed against the side of the bus, and threatened to flip it.