“What the f**k is the hold up?” a voice yelled into the night.“It’s Monday night,” Alex said in his empty Subaru station wagon, determined not to let the driver behind him piss him off. “There’s a car passing.”
The sound of a horn made Alex jump, and he looked in his rearview mirror. A rather angry looking man’s profile filled the side mirror of the rental moving van behind him. The car in front of him passed, and Alex began to go through the light. The horn continued to blare in an awkward melody that could only be made by a complete and utter jackass.
“You want slow, motherfucker?” Alex asked, somewhat hoping that his open sunroof would carry his voice to the driver behind him, but knowing that it wouldn’t.
Alex slowly accelerated as he turned the car, grateful that no one else seemed
