I glared down at the freshly laid black top before lifting my eyes to the man in orange, waving at me to go a different way. My hands tightened on the steering wheel as I briefly, very briefly, considered hitting the gas and just zooming around him and through the orange plastic barriers that proclaimed "Road Closed."
Seriously!? I just needed to get home. Quickly. As fast as possible. And here the construction workers were barring my way. The only way up to my house. Honestly I could see my driveway from here if I just craned my neck.
But the man continued waving me away.
And exhaling, I signaled right, turning to go an unblocked way.
It looked like I would need to walk home once I found a place to park my car.
And in this heat. I wasn't looking forward to it at all.
-Inspiration from construction work on my street.
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