"THESE PEOPLE DRIVE LIKE TURKEYS"

The car rumbles up to the stop light, its hardly functioning brakes straining to obey the red light. As I am nodding off to sleep in the back of the car I hear my mom say “What’s that?” Of course this would immediately make anyone who heard it perk up like it did me. I look out of the front windshield and see a bunch of cars in a little cluster. A small red car is in the middle of it and the polluted air casts a glow over its top suggesting that it is a devil car on a mission to stop traffic. I am astounded. Do people really just stop their cars in front of a huge cargo truck? Do they realize they aren’t going to be the one to win the battle? I continue staring in awe, and as I do, I see that cars are continuing to drive down the road. They come from a wide bottle into a neck that can hardly fit ½ of a car. Let alone the entire traffic jam. Every car seems to be in a hurry and chaos erupts. As the tall and somewhat sturdy stop light turns from green to red my dad keeps the car rumbling straight into the mess. Just as we are begging to get into position to merge with the rest of the cars going around the ‘accident’ traffic starts moving in both lanes again. I see the trouble making car drive down the highway without any damages or fines. ‘Are people around here just allowed to do whatever they want to?’

“These people drive like turkey’s” Dad factually states and none of us are able to argue. Our only current ability is to laughingly agree. Honestly, I wonder if these people even know how to drive.