On the way there......
"Driver, we're in a hurry," Clyde interrupted the silence
testily.
"Clyde, please."
"Sir, I can't do a darn thing 'bout this jam," the driver
replied coolly. "Unless ya wanna walk?"
"Yes, I think we'll do that," Clyde replied shortly, opening
the car door. You groaned.
"It's pouring out there! And how on earth are we going to get
there in time?"
"It's going to take longer if we wait for the traffic to stop
congesting," he replied shortly. Then, sighing and handing the
driver his money, you followed him out into the rain.
The street was packed with walkers, most of them wielding black
umbrellas. You squeezed through them with Clyde in tow, muttering at
the fact that you still had a few major streets to cross before you
reached the museum. A few blocks later, a man pushed past you roughly,
making you stumble and fall backwards. Clyde just managed to rescue
the two of you before you fell to the soaked concrete of the street.
"Excuse me!" you exclaimed angrily, as he breezed past
without a care in the world.
"For goodness sake! What is wrong with people nowadays?" you
asked Clyde.
"Just the bad weather," Clyde replied, brushing himself off.
Suddenly, he looked panic-striken.
"What is it?" you asked, blinking. What could have gone so
wrong in two seconds?
"Do you have the report?" he asked frantically. Your mouth
dropped open.
"No! I thought YOU had it!"
"Darn it," he hissed, glancing around. "Either we left
it in the taxi, or the man who just bumped into us...... right. You go
one way and I'll go the other."
You shok your head, sighing. So, do you opt to find the taxi you both
left before, or catch up to the man who bumped into
you?
On the way there, there was a huge traffic jam. Clyde sighed in the
backseat of the car as the rain poured outside. You remained silent,
although it was starting to get on your nerves.
