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Just this one time....

It seems
like every time I'm late for work
construction
appears.

The speed that I had been
going
suddenly dwindles
til I am crawling
and then
as frustration mounts
I come to a full stop.

As the temperature of the day
escalates
so does tempers.

And the radio
that one thing
that usually gives me pleasure
to listen to
suddenly spouts
off that a heat wave is here to stay
and that gas prices
would raise even more.

I then look at my gauge
and realize
that my husband forgot
again,
to fill the tank.

Shhh...
reaching for the phone
I then call work
tell them
that once again
I'm stuck on the highway
and that I'll be there
just be patient
something I'm sure I'm not being
right then.

Finally, after an hours wait
I start moving again
there's my turn off
and to work I get.

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prompt # 3  by trekkergirl

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  • Silent Cougar Moderators member
    November 26, 2008
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    so many tiemes when your running late, the preverbial happens, roadworks, an accident, diversions that take you miles out of route, and to top it all a puncture to boot...all just to earn a crust,, wel written piece here, and so easily followed cause we've all been there. good job.

  • SoulWhispher
    November 10, 2008
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    Well written, you have certainly met the prompt of the contest, great job, blessings John


  • YoursTrulyJulie gold member
    November 9, 2008

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    Nicely penned. Don't have to worry much about getting held up in traffic where I live in a little town of only 800 people Best of luck it you.


  • Danny Beatty gold member
    November 9, 2008

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    Yeah, I know. The best thing to do is to cut suddenly off to the side of the road, gas it down hard, blow all the fences and gates away with your headlight glass, swerve back onto the road, leaving rubber lines real wavey like, and then, to the cheering throng of onlookers, as the cops cuff ya, yell back to them ... "tell 'em I'll be a little bit late."

    Wouldn't it be nice if you had yer own helicopter?

    i feel yer pain, really do

    too funny