Sociallist past reserved in traffic jam

today i was on my way back home. as usual the highways were packed and to enhance the fatality of the situation the german fall break started today so millions fled towards the sun. i didn't have anything to do and as things did not move started looking at my fellow co inmates. And maybe it is because i have been a little retarded lately, but this bunch of stuck people formed a comunity. the truckdriver behind me hauling a bunch of boxes around, i think he is from poland and hasn't seen his family in weeks, he just doesn't care anymore. the miles have worn him down to a numb breathing thing that conducts something somewhere. the sad looking girl next to me in that rotten old compact, maybe she had a bad day at work or trouble with her boyfriend, she smokes one cigarette after the other and steers out of her front window, apathic, waiting for that stinking avalanche of steelboxes to start moving so the day will be over soon. or that girl to the right, she sits in her convertible and talks to someone on the phone, which looks funny as she is laughing and moving all by herself in that thing. and every three seconds she looks in the mirror to check if time has ripped away her beauty. finally there is this guy in front of me who seems to have fun, cranking up the radio and singing songs he would never admit to have heared of. all of us sit here and wait, poor or sad, angry or happy. every single one has somthing he runs from or tries to reach somewhere. We are all the same no matter what. the guy in front of me throws his cigarette out and starts rolling. we're gonna be home soon, i promise.