The car ground to a halt. From behind, there was a chorus of tooting and yelling. I looked in the rear-view mirror and saw the cars piling up behind mine. I looked ahead, knowing there was another twenty minutes at least until I got to work. I looked left.
There was a coffee shop. A generic little coffee shop with signs for muffins and cakes, and meal deals.
I looked forward again, about to resign myself to another day at work.
The next thing I knew, my hand was on the door handle and I was out of the car.
The tooting was louder and the yelling more intense. But, I flicked my hair and headed to the coffee shop.
I had left my car door open. I had left my car engine running.
Let it be someone else’s problem, I thought, I’m out for the day.