Traffic was horrendous

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Ah, I remember this truck. That was the first thing that crossed my mind when I got into the cab of the brown and white Old Ford pickup. I smiled at the man in the driver's seat and thanked him for his willingness to help me. Neither of us had ever been very close, so I was very surprised when he offered to take me around the town to get my errands done. We didn't speak much as he drove, simple instructions as to where to go next and a few questions about family, the rest of the time the only sounds we heard were of those coming from outside. The whole experience was pleasant for the most part, atleast at first. Then he started to become frustrated with traffic and began to take unnecessary risks. At one point I thought the truck was going to fall apart, so aggressively was he abusing the vehicle. During this time I kept mostly quiet, afraid that his ire would be focused on me. At the moment he was more angry with the traffic, I didn't want to remind him that he wouldn't have had to deal with it if it weren't for me. ..... And then I woke up, but not before going through a swimming pool in the vehicle, being forced to work with a gang of thieves, and then fighting with a man I hadn't seen in years....