The most prosperous area east of the city center was filled with deafening car horns.
The not-so-wide street was congested by a long line without end. Without realizing the situation in the front and no cell phone reception, people could only use their horn and curse to express the dissatisfaction in their mind.
"Could people in the front be faster! What the fu*k are you doing!" A truck driver looked out the window and cursed at the people in the front.
The traffic didn't make any advancements. The man walked out of the car, leaned against the door to peak at the surrounding and began to chat with the driver in the car next to him.
"Sh*t, when will the traffic end?"
"Hopefully not tomorrow. Do you know what happened in the front?"
"Only God knows, there is no cell phone reception, no internet, my wife is still waiting for me at home. Fu*k, this is so unlucky, did a congestion like this ever happen here?"
