Traffic jams on rush hour.

Gloria was sitting in the back of the car texting with frienemies (she could only consider friend people close to her in status and that proximity made them rivals automaticly.) bragging about all that she had and they didn’t and about how she was going out on a date with Bertram Sheldwik of the Sheldwiks of Stanton on saturday night.

She had her eyes on him for a long time, cute, not very smart and from one of the only families richer than hers. He would be the perfect guy to marry and then cheat on or divorce if need be.

The car usually drived way above the speed limits was now at a rest and she was not at her destination.

"Hey Dumbass! Why do you stop? And why aren't we there yet?" She screamed, removing her bra. She was still perfectly oblivious to her state and her driver would dare point it to her.

"Miss we are stuck in traffic, there is an accident in the town center they speak of 78 deads, all traffic is jammed. I'll do my best but there isn't the possibility of speeding." He added.

"Get me there on time!" She ordered.

"Well there is a subway station just one block away and another one just bellow your accountants office." He proposed.

"Will i be on time? She asked

"Yes sure. " he told her