Why I was Running Late

The bus driver announced that we'd be delayed in our trip to Manhattan today. I figured this was on account of Memorial Day traffic, but nope: Rubbernecking. The south side of 87 was moving slowly, but at least we were moving. I noticed that the other side of the road seemed pretty smooth sailing; in fact, there was almost no northbound traffic. Then we found out why: There had been a truck crash, and the firemen and other rescuers had closed off all three lanes of the highway. South of that, the highway was at a virtual standstill. My bus was only 30 minutes late, but the people heading north might have been there for a bit longer.