There we were, waiting in “traffic” after a long day of work. I call it “traffic” because I’m from a city of about 19,000, so it’s not really traffic. I’ve driven in Los Angeles, Las Vegas, Massachusetts, and other areas with real traffic. Nevertheless, we were in “traffic” and some just couldn’t relax.
I also worked with a man who worked in big cities like Boston, Anaheim, and more. When I came into work late because of “traffic” he’d say, “You live in Maine, bud. Don’t tell me about traffic.” At first I chuckled at his snobby sounding self, but later I realized he was right.
As I was leaving work the other night, my drive home came to a halt because of some sort of traffic hazard. What was slow turned to a stop, but only in the direction I was heading. I waited patiently as we sat through green light after green light, as traffic flowed slowly in every other direction.
The man behind me was clearly agitated, bouncing around in his chair, banging on his steering wheel, and leaning out his window. All we could see was a fire truck, police car, and an officer doing his best to direct traffic. Most of us waited patiently, not knowing what was going on, but the man behind me wore thin. Curse words erupted from the truck behind me, as the man shouted at police officers, to paraphrase, “We’ve got to move too buddy.” He continued for minutes, as I secretly hoped the officer came to put him in his place. He never did.
Finally, the officer stopped all traffic as an ambulance finally emerged from the mess, moving slowly with its lights on, no sirens. From what I heard in the past, that was usually not a good sign. The man behind me retreated back into his truck through his window, seemingly embarrassed to see the ambulance.
I chuckled at the man’s ignorance. I didn’t know what was up ahead either, but I knew there was no conspiracy for people to try to stop me from getting home to my family. Why would anybody stop traffic in my direction for fun? The man clearly thought there was a conspiracy, but hopefully realizes now there was none.
So, relax. Your ambulance is waiting.
So is mine. As is our families. So is your loved ones and friends. You never know who is having a worse day than you. You never know who needs an ambulance ride. I wondered what the man would think if it was his wife in the ambulance. After all of his rage, he’d likely be thankful that emergency personnel worked so hard to save his wife or family. Or, maybe not. In any event, relax. This too shall pass, and if it’s you who needs a ride, you’ll be grateful.