“Are you seeing this?” asked the soft baritone voice from the driver’s seat. I sat up in the passenger’s seat, blinking against the overwhelming fatigue that was poised to overtake me. I looked at the clock whose glowing LCD numbers were burning a quick pattern of 1:38a into my visual field. Unwilling as I was to move more than absolutely necessary, I tilted my head slightly in an effort to see out of the glasses that were sliding down my nose. There in the middle of a high traffic, four lane road, stood a group of young ladies. No, I wouldn’t say ladies. Ladies would have more common sense than to stand where there are huge chunks of metal on wheels, speeding around at forty-five miles an hour.
“What are they even doing up at this hour?” I asked out loud. Without allowing a single moment for a response from my companion I banged on the window and shouted “Get the hell out of the road!”
I immediately looked over to the now shocked face that was turned my way. I put on a patent “innocent bystander” look as I shrugged my shoulders. After all, there was no chance that they had heard me from inside a car.
Still, I felt strangely justified in my sudden outburst and settled back down for a nice doze before I had to get up and move once again.