The Drive Home
You know that moment when you leave work early, thinking, “Yes, I am the master of time!” only to realise that the universe has other plans? Today, at 3 PM, I strutted out of the work, only to find myself immersed in a world of chaos — a glorified circus of parents with jelly tyres and blackout windows that seemed like they were auditioning for the next Fast & Furious movie.