Weeks later Micheal was in the taxi cab with Dwight and Jim. They were on their way to New York. The three of them were stuck in traffic. Impatience hung in the air and got heavier as they wondered and waited for the traffic to move. Why would the traffic take so long? Dwight looked over at Micheal, who sat in the middle seat between Jim and Dwight.
"Should I?",asked Dwight
Micheal nodded in agreement to what Dwight said. Dwight turned to lower the window. He peaked his head out the window.
"Hey, we're trying to get to somewhere important!",yelled out Dwight.
He leaned back into the cab to lift up the window.
"Alright Dwight, you didn't have to yell so loud.",said Jim .
"Well! We're in a rush! Someone has to.",blasted Dwight.
Jim rolled his eyes in response to what Dwight said. Jim then looked over to Micheal.
"Hey Micheal, you excited?",asked Jim.
Micheal started to sweat.
"Yup.",he responded.
"Alright we're almost there." ,said Jim with happiness.