The Passenger


Monday:

- Thanks for carpooling with me. The drive to the office can get old, and now that we can take the express lane, our commute is going to take a lot less time. Those suckers without passengers have to be in the regular lanes, ha-ha. I was one of them, but not anymore. Thanks again for coming with me. My other job was closer to home, so the drive was nice, but they let a bunch of us go. Now they don’t pay me as well, and the commute is longer, but at least I am able to pay the bills. Thank goodness you are with me.


Tuesday:

- How was it like working at that big department store? Was it always busy? Did you have some time for yourself? You looked sad and lonely when I first saw you. Don’t worry, you have a friend in me. You don’t have to feel lonely anymore. And see, just like that, we made it to the office. Having company makes things go faster. It’s all about taking that express lane…


Wednesday:

- Today my wife was inquisitive. How come I am able to leave a little later, and come sooner from work? I told her that traffic has gotten better somehow. I didn’t want to tell her about you. Sometimes she gets jealous for no reason, and then she stops speaking to me. She gets suspicious for the silliest things. One day I was shopping on the internet for a dress for her, and she thought I was shopping for my lover. Please, let’s keep this carpooling thing between us.


Thursday:

- People have started to notice in the office that I am being more productive. I think it’s because I am not stuck in traffic anymore, and I am in a better mood. I feel with more energy to do things. My boss even told me that if I continue this way, I may even get a promotion next year. Seems like all things are starting to fall in place: my mood is better at home and at work, I get to talk to someone during my commute, I save money in gas. Life is good.


Friday:

- It’s been a great week, I am feeling rejuvenated…Oh shit, there’s a cop behind me. I hope he does not stop us…shit, shit, shit..

- Hello officer…

- Okay smartass, what is with the mannequin…