I got ready for work today 10min later than my usual routine. I over-snoozed. I did not want to miss my train however, so I compensated lost time by driving 15mi over the speed limit, even if I actually felt bad about it, all I could really think in my head as I frequently glanced at the car’s clock was: “oh shit, I won’t make it!”
Then my whole work-life flashed before my eyes but with a sad ending, I could not bear.
So I started praying for 2 things, with my eyes wide open, and my hands gripped tightly on the wheel, right foot firmly on the gas:
1) to my train ~ please leave late, please leave late, 2 min is ample time, just please leave late.
2) to the cops ~ let there be none. Just let me pass, don’t mind me. (although I squirmed each time I pass a green light running 65mi in 45mi speed limit intersections)