I hit the 100km/h mark as I sped to work. I had a hangover and was late for work. I repeatedly checked my watch and cursed at the slow traffic in front of me, which was perhaps even slower than a tortoise. Soon, I decided that I had enough of waiting and started to cut into different lanes, overtaking other cars. Other cars also followed my example, hoping to lessen the scolding from their bosses they would get later. The road became a racecourse, with everybody overtaking each other. A blue Ferrari swerved in front of my way, without any warning. I was stunned for a moment. I immediately jammed my brakes and crossed my fingers, hoping for the best. I could not swerve to other lanes as they were equally jammed. I felt my whole body fling towards the windscreen, only with the seatbelt holding me back. I could see nothing but white as the airbag inflated and blocked my vision. I could only hear the honking of agitated drivers around me. It took me a while for the fact that I was still alive to sink in. I felt that I had just visited death’s door and managed to come back in one piece.