People are Strange
Ed was driving Jim to work, as usual. Well, not driving at the moment, they were sitting in traffic— for the third time this week, and it was only Wednesday.
“You know, Jim, if you were to set your alarm for fifteen minutes earlier, we might not have to wait in this traffic jam each morning,” Ed said, observing the cars beside them creeping forward.
“What are you saying exactly, Ed?” Jim answered, turning to Ed with narrowed eyes.
Ed shrugged, keeping both hands on the wheel, “Merely making known an observation that might render us to work on time. By the way, would you mind phoning ahead and letting the office know of our status… again?” He smiled.
Jim swallowed down the urge to roll his eyes as he dialed. Ed turned on his blinker and was attempting to merge when a horn blared nastily at them.
“Jesus!” exclaimed Jim when Ed stepped hard on the brake.
Ed apologized to Jim and rolled down the window. To the honking driver he began to explain, “Pardon me, but I have need to merge at this time…”