-Chapter Five-

The weekend passed in a blur of slobbing out on the couch and watching re-runs of How I Met Your Mother. There is something about Barney Stinson and his man-whore ways that always get me a little hot in the face. But by Monday I was ready to rejoin the land of social interaction with other human beings and not fictional characters like my home boys Ben and Jerry.

Many people grumble at the thought of retail but when you work in a pet store, its not so much of a job but rather an animal play-topia. Besides the yuck things like cleaning up after the animal's poop, I literally spend my day playing with the wittle puppies and wittle kittens.

But what I wasn't excited for was the 2 mile long traffic jam slowly inching its way a long Seattle's highway.

Apparently the police thought it was a great idea to breath test at 8:30 on a Monday morning.

I mean seriously who needs a drink that badly before 9am?

Well to be fair, I could totally go for a double right now.

"And still be cleared as sober by the time I reach the police," I grumble.

This traffic is taking forever!

I send off a quick text to work to let them know I'll most likely be late. Normally I could leave my home 15 minutes before and still get there with minutes to spare, so you could only guessed how pissed off I am right now.

While waiting for the traffic to clear, I did the only thing I could do; jump on Facebook and scroll through my news feed over and over again.

I was in the middle of watching a video of someone getting the bejesus kicked out of their neither reason by a 3-year-old, when it happened.

Everyone has that one song that makes them drop whatever they're doing and go crazy. I'm talking about hair banging, body jerking, screaming at the top of your lungs crazy. Yeah well my song is that Pharrell one; 'Happy'.

It's just so darn catchy.

"It might seem crazy what I'm about to say,
Sunshine she's here, you can take a break."

Humming along to the lyrics and lightly tapping my finger on the steering wheel, I crawl closer to the cops.

No stop this Bella, you're in public!

I shake the thought from my head and grip the wheel tighter, concentrating on maintaining a precise 4 meter gap between my car and the one in front.

"Because I'm happy,
Clap along if you feel like a room without a roof."

Oh dear god, not the chorus.

The happiness bubbles up from my chest and over-flows through my lips. I just can't help it, I'm like a woman possessed. My brain is no longer in charge of my body and I blame Pharrell Williams for it.

"Bring me down,
can't nothing bring me down,
your love is too high," I scream flipping my hair, my voice sounding like a prepubescent boy who's balls are about to drop.

I'm doing some sort of move that resembled the The Exorcist meets Mick Jagger. Spit flying, hair jerking, I'm in my own world and if I were standing up, I probably would be imitating Miley's twerking.

"COME ON!" I screech, fist pumping and smacking my hand into the roof, a smile of complete joy gracing my face when I registered someone knocking on a window. I don't remember this being part of the song?

Like a bucket of cold water dumped on my head, I remember where I am; waiting in Seattle's 9'o clock traffic.

Peering out through the windshield, I notice that the traffic had dispersed quite a bit during my moment. There is now gaping space between myself and the nearest car while the drivers behind me are blaring their horns at my inability to move forward.

"Uh excuse me Miss, could you please say your name and address into my breathalyzer?" a muffled voice came from my left.

Turning my head slowly, I lock eye contact with the awkward looking cop waving his breathalyzer outside my window. He tries to hold in his laugh by clearing his throat but fails miserably.

How long has he been standing there?!

Sorry for the delay! Life got in the way. Sigh.
Enjoy!
-A