Of course you are gridlocked at 1am on a Monday night on my way home. Why wouldn't you be? Nothing can keep me from my bed, so stop trying.
On another note, the Jamaican-looking man in the Galant next to me is blasting some Celine, which makes me happy. This music then morphs into a reggae man commentary I can't understand, as if there is a mixed up radio signal, every 20 seconds. It's soothing and extremely jarring all at once.
Can you keep a secret?,
Celine lovers stuck in traffic
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