Trutopia

I wait impatiently to move. Is it just me, or does everyone seem to be in slow mo? "Come on traffic jam." I murmur, venting my spleen. "I know how you feel." I hear a voice answer. I look around in my car, thinking I may have forgotten that there was someone in the car with me, but I'm alone. "Okay, that was weird." I continue. "What was?" I hear the voice again. "Okay, where is that coming from?" I begin playing with the radio, as if it has suddenly got the ability to respond to me. Someone laughs, as I smack the radio, and I turn to the source of the sound. As I stare outside my open window, the man in the car next to me waves. "Hiya." He begins...