Traffic

“Have a wonderful day at work, Hunny bunny!”

“You too, Baby boo!”

Carl rested his briefcase on the far edge of the catapult before climbing in and wrapping his arms around his legs.

“Oops, almost forgot my helmet.” He snapped the helmet’s chinstrap and gave a thumb’s up to his wife. “Ready when you are!”

“Do you think this is safe?”

“It beats sitting in morning traffic,” he said, grinning in anticipation.

“Guess you’ve got a point. See you tonight.”

“What are we having for diiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinnerrrrrrrrr…”