It’s 5:07 in the evening and Whale is stuck inside his car at a traffic jam. He is listening to the radio and looking at the many cars around him on the road.
Whale (thinks to himself): Why are there almost always traffic jams when I am trying to get home from work? I actually cannot remember the last time that I reached home by 5:30pm; I am nearly always home somewhere around twenty minutes after that.
Ten minutes and two more traffic jams later…
Whale (thinks to himself): Tomorrow I must drive through a different route. I should not care that since I will be mostly driving through working class neighbourhoods to get myself home earlier that the view from my car will be rubbish.