Gridlock

I'm watching the news and there is an enormous back up by the Lincoln Tunnel. Evidently a truck was too high and got stuck. Obviously they'll have to let some air out of the tires to get the vehicle lowered enough to get through. People in the tunnel with claustrophobia will begin screaming. Those with medical problems will leave their cars seeking food or fresh air and collide with the claustrophobics, creating more screaming and possible fisticuffs. Any children will empty their bowels and bladder. The whole tunnel will soon be chaos.
Businessmen late for meetings, doctors needed for operations, law enforcement agencies unable to restore order will amp up the consternation and panic.
A pregnant woman will give birth, assisted by a bus driver. All bus passengers will try to find something to read or begin texting. Helicopters will fill the air, reporting everything, making it seem so much worse than it is. At this point someone will suggest creating a Meet Up group on the spot. He will be beaten senseless.
Later, columnists swill debate the necessity of trucks or tunnels or both.
Some poor Port Authority supervisor will be demoted. The trucker will shake his head, shrug and ask for coffee.
And another NYC week commences.