God Bless The Traffic

It is one of those days out of all days this year that I would decide to camp out of the apartment and sleep at the office. During this circumstance, I tend to leisurely watch some shows on TV or do a movie marathon from 1pm to 6pm then lazily go to the shower, taking my time while doing my concert in there, go to my chest and carefully select something that my mood would allow me to wear then brush my teeth, do my hair, spray a drizzle of cologne, then walk to where I could ride a vehicle to work. I do this like I am walking on sunshine. It was 7pm and my shift won't start till 3am the next day. I didn't know, as soon as I stepped in the jeepney, that it will be a highway to hell.

The traffic, God Bless It! I could not take it! 30 minutes and I am still a few meters away from where I stepped in. My neck was straining to get me a good view of what was going on up ahead why the traffic was so terrible that even the driver decided to turn off the engines at first. Maybe instinct told him that it would be a long, long, long while before he could move forward. I told you before that I was impatient! I was already lacrimous with it! I am sleepy. I need to get to the office and sleep! I need to stretch my cramped up legs. I need to breathe, if not fresh air, at least airconditioned and well ventilated air! I need to see what's going on why the traffice is so dire! I need to have the darn vehicle to move!!!! But it did not.

Some passengers already started ranting and it added to the highway stress. I would perfectly understand if someone had an accident or that a car bumped into a bus or a cat from the royal family purred across the street. But I didn't even see a tinge of blood or a passing flash from a camera. After a century and a decade, the car already reached the destination where I could ride a bus to take me straight to the office. Turns out the reason why the traffic is terrible is because it's christmas and the world is panic buying--or buying panic.