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Did We Fall in Love in Traffic
A meet cute while screaming at other drivers.
We were both on the road.
However, you might as well call it a parking lot rather than a road during rush hour.
Even during the non-rush hours, traffic is insane.
Bumper to bumper.
Always.
And why is it the worst drivers on the planet are out driving when I am?
Drivers who seem to be lost in the city they live in.
Drivers who have never merged before in their entire life.
Drivers who are possibly color blind because that is the only reasonable explanation for why they can’t understand the difference between a red and green light. Green means go! GO! FUCKING GO!
That’s where I met you.
We both locked eyes as some idiot pushed his way in front of us to cross three lanes of traffic to make an exit as if his life depended on it.
We shook our heads with a “can you believe this moron” look on our faces.
We began to communicate visually.
I offered a shrug and motioned around us as if to say, “Boston drivers, am I right?”
