Just like the red it was not moving. Stagnant. Obviously he was promoted twice in the last two years but it only meant more bosses to report to and more responsibility.
He thought about how lucky the people walking were, they don't have to take this shit day in and out, do they? His thoughts were cut back with the sudden surge in traffic as the signal turned green. He drive off in his Mercedes not remembering anything from before.
Just another day at the traffic signal.
'I killed him with a nail cutter.'
'Nail cutter? You gotta be kidding me...'
'Every tool is a weapon if you use it right, madam.' he said calmly.
'So, how did you kill him?'
'I was waiting for this day for 8 years, as if Ill spend two bullets and get over with it?'