Five-Hundred Word Challenge 155: Waiting for Lights to Change

Alright, so I’m going to write about something that happened today, but this is a disclaimer: there may be exaggerations of what happened, so consider this a warning. If you do not want to avoid exaggerations at all costs, then do not ride a horse on Tuesdays whilst wearing a party hat-wielding turtle on your chest as some sort of armour, using duct tape to keep it strapped to your body whilst swinging an axe in a seemingly-random pattern above your head whilst some sort of non-appropriate music, such as any song by Barbara Streisand plays in the background.

Today, whilst I was busy being a menace to the roads and the footpaths whilst on my way to work, I had to stop at some pedestrian lights.
It was a longer wait than usual.
The traffic starting and stopping cycled through twice, with no change to the pedestrian crossing.

There were people waiting across from where I was and they seemed to be wondering as to what was going on, which was not peculiar, as I was wondering the same thing.
The wait seemed to stretch out for a long time. Well, a long time for waiting to cross a busy road.

We kept waiting and waiting whilst more people arrived at the side that I was inhabiting. No one was seeing a change in the pedestrian lights.

There was hope that the red signal would give way for the green, some sort of signal that would allow us the joy and dignity of crossing over to continue on to the destinations that we were trying to reach, yet seemed almost forever out of our grasps, forever leaving us to wait for an eternity and beyond, for we were in a position of waiting and there was no end in sight that we could perceive in any way, shape, or manner.

It was the teaching of patience, for there was no choice but top be patient and continue to wait, wait, wait, until there was nothing left to wait for.

Eventually, it seemed that it would happen. We would all finally get the green signal. Slowly the red light seemed to do something, slowly dripping down the display and out onto the side of the light itself.

Slowly was the speed at which it made it’s way down to the ground, and when it finally did reach the surface to which the pole for the light was attached, it passed through in a manner that would suggest that the ground there was completely permeable. The light, finding this curious, decided to turn slightly and look at the low-key spectacle that was occurring right beside it.

Everyone, including myself, seemed bemused by the small event, wondering what we had just been witness to.

It began to slowly make it’s way back up out of the ground, then back up the pole that the light was attached to, then back into the light.

Then the light turned green, allowing us to cross.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 09:00:78

A decent speed and something that I feel is, whilst silly, is a slight bit better than other things I’ve written.

Written at work.

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About stupidityhole

I'm some guy that does stuff. The standards. Creating amazing effigies, scaling mountains using my feet only and replacing the very fabric of reality. Serious time! I enjoy writing. I make music in some of my spare time. Currently working somewhat full time and studying as well. Also working on self-improvement. Hoping to one day fill the internet with enough insane ramblings to impress a cannibal rat ship. I have a page called MS Paint Masterpieces that you may be interested in checking out.
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