Fog always puts me in a bad mood, and I’d started off the day in a foul mood as it was. Driving through the fog on the way to work was only making it worse. I couldn’t see more than 5 feet in front of the car, my foot was tense hovering between the gas and brake as I sped down the hill. I was going to be late to the meeting, then I was going to lose my job, then Alice was going to leave me, and my son would end up a drug addict.
I took a chance and tapped the gas, hoping no one would be ahead of me. I careened into the back of her car at 65 miles an hour. Luckily, she was across the street on her cellphone, trying to get a tow truck.