Jennifer was tapping at her steering wheel,wondering how she could dodge the traffic she saw ahead of her. It was a slow-moving traffic. She was two hours late; A third time this week. She was dreading a complaint from Theo's school soon. Making excuses at work to pick her son early from school was becoming a routine, she truly did not know how she would keep up any more. E specially if you have a lady boss with a neck like a trunk,monitoring you like a hawk with a serious case of indigestion, she thought to herself. She had to laugh in-spite of the pressure that was building up in her head. "Where do you come up with these images",she asked herself, chuckling. Jennifer knew she had a mouth on her. It came from a rather wild imagination. In her mind, everything and anything, if put together right could birth endless laughter. That is how she got by. How she survived. Her wry sense of humour and adventure. It had got her in so much... trouble in the past. ...