You're tooting your horns wildly and you're just about to blow your top. Just look around you, all drivers and passengers are knitting into a frown. They're having the same bad day as you do. Bumper to bumper, you can't pull a Superman stunt and fly out of it. It's manic and I know exactly how you feel. Either you're cursing every damn minute or simply praying, calling all the saints so they can hear you out hoping for a miracle. Even if you're too desperate, there's no escape out. That's awfully distressing! Traffic jam is a curse of
modern urban living and the city life. Just play it cool, and any minute you may move inch by inch to your destined place to be.
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