I drove over to Louisville yesterday. If you live around here, you know that the Sherman Minton Bridge between Indiana and Kentucky is closed, so all the traffic goes over the remaining bridges. We call it Shermageddon. At the time of day I went, I didn’t figure traffic would be too bad.
I was mistaken.
Traffic was backed up for at least two miles approaching the bridge, not at a standstill, but stop-and-go-a-couple-of-yards.
But here’s the thing. Nobody was honking. Nobody was making rude gestures or ugly faces. If somebody needed to switch lanes, people made room for them. At entrance ramps, people took turns moving forward.
The traffic moved, everybody got where they were going, we were all in the traffic jam together, not individually. We were a community.
It was one of the most beautiful experiences I’ve had in a long time. Not something I’d actively seek out, but I’m honestly glad to have been part of it. It made me think well of humanity in general and this area in particular. 🙂
WRITING PROMPT: Put a character in a major traffic jam.