Katie Scott thanked her lucky stars for her knowledge of Boston's roads as she did some basic calculations in her head. Figuring that the stationary traffic was unlikely to move any time soon, Katie knew that if someone were kind enough to make room for her then she could cut across the busy roads and take a shortcut through a side road and reach the salon before they shut up shop. She turned her left indicator on and sidled up to the middle of the road, where she waited patiently.
She stole a glance at the digital clock on her dashboard, which read 16:37. Loads of time, she thought.
As anticipated, a generous fellow driver made room for her to pass in front of their car and into the side road.
Jackpot!
Having never been in a car crash before, Katie Scott didn't quite know how to react. She wasn't hurt and, in all honesty, she wasn't really angry either. She felt something though.
Confusion? No. That wasn't it.
It was a familiar feeling. All too familiar. Like a bad dream.
Disbelief.
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