Depleting Urgency

Gotta get to school. Gonna be late. Gotta get to school. Got a big test today. Driving as fast as I can. Gonna get a ticket. Are those flashing lights in my mirror? Just reflections of the sun and traffic lights. Speeding. I have no choice. Gotta get to school. Shoot. A cop is trying to pull me over after all. What do I do. Pull over of course. Why am I even asking myself this question? I am convinced I have good reason and that I'll be let off quickly. Or so I am wishfully thinking. I've gotta go. I am already late. But I can still make it in time to take the test anyway. Wish I could do this later. Just not now. Anytime but now. "I am late and have a very important test to take as we speak." It turns out it is just a patrol person that has captured me, driving merely a cart, like a garden cart. Something you would see on a school campus for maintenance purposes. This is getting real dumb real fast. My life is over. My day is shot. No, I can make it. The "policewoman" listens to my pleas, and escorts me to a real policeman, in his car across the parking lot. He ponders giving me a chance. They take all the time in the world to think, of course, seeing that I am in the hurry of a lifetime. He finally decides to send me to the higher-ups, maybe it is even the highest-up. I enter a nearby building, and find a very long hall, and in the center of that hall is that higher-up I had been anticipating, sitting very judge-like in its position (I cannot tell whether it is a male or female, as if it really mattered at this point. I mean, my life is ruined anyway). It is behind a tall podium, on a raised, staged floor. It is the first thing one unavoidably sees upon entering those front doors. I stand there below the authority, so over life and existence, while my fate is decided by just another human like myself. This fate is finally decided.

What is the decision? I'll never know.