Late again this morning.
My hair was dripping and the car was zipping.
Somewhere on the 5th Ring Road, it had to slow down because of the traffic jam caused by an accident.
My first thought?
Fucking perfect. I'm going to be delayed even further.
Somebody could have died. Many people could've died in that accident.
And all I could think of was how late I was going to be.
I'm not sure I liked myself very much at that moment.