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Even though I was only a resident in Boston for a year, I never remembered traffic jams like this. In fact, the supposed "no traffic" was one of the reasons that convinced me to move here. This was something out of a New York movie or television show.
I sat in my car, hands gripped tightly around the steering wheel, as if it would pop out of place at any moment. The past week had made me a pile of nervous and anxiety, so adding the last six hours practically sent me over the edge. I was inches away from experiencing a mental breakdown, and nothing traumatic had even happened to me!
"This week has been insane," I said, shaking my head. I looked out of my window, wishing I was back in my dull home state watching The Phantom of the Opera on my couch. Was that too much to ask sometimes?
"I know," Ginger said absentmindedly, her attention fixed on her phone. Situations like this were the ones where I questioned Ginger's insanity. How could one person experience so much and act like it was a normal afternoon? Maybe a screw was knocked loose when she was a kid and threw off her entire nervous system? Or maybe mine was overractive.
"How are you so calm about everything all the time?" I asked, knitting my eyebrows together in confusion. Trying to figure Ginger out, even after knowing her since kindergarden, was like conpleteing a puzzle without knowing the original pictute. It didn't make any sense.
"How are you always so anxious? Look, Angie, everything turned out all right. The doctors said I was perfectly healthy and that we didn't need to worry." She laughed, aparently amused by my uncontrollable distress.
"Um, no one said you were 'perfectly fine.' They said that you should take some time to rest and not do anything strenuous."
"Did you record their assesment or something?" asked Ginger, turning off her head and looking out her window. "Wait---does this mean you're going to treat me like a baby for a month?"
"Only for the few couple of weeks," I corrected, a little hurt that my parental concern was labeled as babying.
"Ugh," she groaned, leaning her head against the plush headrest. "I guess we'll see how well I'm feeling tomorrow.
Anyway, I want to hear all about your adventure with Ben!"
She prounced his name as if it was her most precious possession. I know she was overexaggering a little, knowing that I dislike her slight obession with my love life (or lack of), but it still made me cringe.
"What adventure? You mean the two hours we spent together? Some journey." I shook my head once again, resting my eyes on the motionless cars in front of us.
"Oh, stop it!" she said playfully, a smile on her face. "I know you loved every second of it. At least I know he did."
Suddenly the traffic around me seemed to melt away, and my only priotity was Ginger. It was completely foolish, considering what happened at the park, but I still wanted to hear her explanation. Did Josh say something? Was Ben that obvious, and I had been totally oblivious this entire time?
