Early evening traffic was beginning to clog the avenue with cars. The sun slanted down behind him. Harry glanced at the drivers of the cars. They seemed unhappy. The world was unhappy. People were in the dark. People were terrified and disappointed. People were caught in traps. People were defensive and frantic. They felt as if their lives were being wasted. And they were right.
Frustration with the trains is inevitable, given the daily difficulties commuters face.
I remember traffic jams Motor boys and girls with tans Nearly was and almost rans I remember this, this ... At the edge of the continent
Nobody uses his car in New York, because so many people use it that traffic is congested and unbearably slow.
One of my priorities is getting the trains to run on time, and as a commuter myself I understand all too well the frustration caused by endless delays and cancellations.
Leaking tunnels, congested roads, rusting bridges, and aging railways often mean one thing: lost opportunity from delays and cancellations.
Everyone can relate to being stuck in a traffic jam.
Why do they call it rush hour when nothing moves?
Drivers in a traffic jam, frustrated by each others presence, are not the most amiable of men.
I'm just another guy who likes his job and doesn't like his commute.
And I can tell you from firsthand experience that our train system is a mess. Carriages are full of unhappy travellers packed together like sardines, who have inexplicably paid for the privilege of being incarcerated.
