Rodney was no fan of rush hour traffic. That was hardly a unique feeling, sure, but this morning’s column of trucks and sedans was a new level of annoyance. When the red brakes lights in front of him turned to yellow caution lights and ever single car ahead of his own started moving to the side of the road.
“There are no sirens, why are we moving?” Rodney said. He followed the lead though and brought his station wagon to the roadside as well.
“Highway parking lots. This friggin’ city,” he muttered. “Why are you all getting out your cars?” Without thinking, he too stepped out of his car.
“7:30 in the morning and I’m learning I’m a lemming,” he said, closing the car door behind him.
“Hey!” He called to the driver in front of him, “any idea what’s going on?”
The driver pointed skyward.
Rodney followed the pointed finger to a disc floating above a hill. It looked like nothing he had ever seen before; nothing in reality at any rate. He had seen similar machines in alien invasion movies. His morning was not off to a great start. He opened his car door, grabbed his phone and texted his boss that he was going to be late.