Beam me up, again.
Left, and right. Both sides. The drivers had their right elbows rested on the doors of their cars to support their heads, with only their left hands still clutching the steering wheel.
Upfront. She was waving her arms all over her place, probably out of exasperation. But there were no other passengers in the car. Perhaps she was using a hands-free kit.
An adorable kid looked forlornly out the window. Our eyes met, but I know not if I should smile, or make funny faces at her. I think I was too tired to attempt both, and resumed looking straight ahead into nothingness.
At the back. He had an increasingly bored look on his face. Clearly, he was not enjoying it. Neither was I.
In fact, I found it difficult to suppress a few hippo-like yawns myself. There was nothing much to see except for the seemingly unending strings of red blinking lights.
I mean, what else can you do when you are stuck in a traffic jam for over an hour on a particular stretch of a three-lane highway, to which, on good days, would have you breeze through it in less than ten minutes?
It was an utter waste of time.
I very much look forward to the day where I can just step onto a platform with myriad colours swimming in it, give a simple word of command, and be transported to the desired destination in just a blink of an eye.
Something tells me that things like that appears only in the movies.