James sighed as he stared at the long line of cars in front of his own. Friday rush hour aka the worst time to be out driving. Yet unfortunately his job as an underpaid intern meant he was out daily, often during these worst times. The twenty one year old estimated it would be at least a 20 minute wait in lane, as the tunnel that the three lane road lead into was a single. Who was the genius that designed that?
Turning on the radio he was dismayed to hear only static. It was the middle of downtown Los Angeles for Christ sakes! Was this where all his taxpayer money went to? Funding broken down radio stations? Groaning James silenced the static his right hand and stalled his car engine. It was doubtful the line was going to move any time soon. He considered briefly taking a nap but was interrupted by the loud obnoxious sounds of car horns and shouting around him. Fucking Los Angeles and its rude, impatient citizens. It was times like these that James missed his hometown of Portland, Oregon.
Turning on the radio he was dismayed to hear only static. It was the middle of downtown Los Angeles for Christ sakes! Was this where all his taxpayer money went to? Funding broken down radio stations? Groaning James silenced the static his right hand and stalled his car engine. It was doubtful the line was going to move any time soon. He considered briefly taking a nap but was interrupted by the loud obnoxious sounds of car horns and shouting around him. Fucking Los Angeles and its rude, impatient citizens. It was times like these that James missed his hometown of Portland, Oregon.