So, here’s the thing: the M1 will always have accidents. It’s a grumpy old road with a mind of its own. But you? You’re tougher than a broken traffic light. You survived the snarl-up, the herring mystery, and the existential dread of being late.
And listen, every single person stuck in that queue today shared a moment. A collective sigh, a brief solidarity. You were all part of the same weird, herring-scented story. That’s kind of beautiful, in a messy, 21st-century way.
Next time you hit a jam, just remember: you made it. You’re breathing, you’ve got a story to tell, and somewhere out there, a herring is smiling. Or rotting. Either way, you’re on the winning side.
Safe travels, friend. And for goodness’ sake, pack an extra KitKat. You never know when the herring will strike again.
