Okay folks… let’s change the subject. I’m tired of sharing stories about past risks. Enough.
You take a chance getting up in the morning, crossing the street, or sticking your face in a fan.
Frank Drebin: The Naked Gun
Last night I took a risk. I was in Foxborough and I needed to drive home to Methuen. It was 9:00pm. There should not have been any traffic. I had three choices for the drive home. 95 South to 495 North to 93 North, 95 North to 128 North to 93 North, or 95 North to 93 North. The last option includes driving through Boston. At normal times of day that would be the last option I would ever take. Boston is a traffic nightmare. At rush hour I would take the route 495 option. It’s by far the longest, but by far the less likely to have an ugly traffic jam so the time on the road isn’t so bad. More often than not I would take the route 128 option. It can have some nasty traffic in places but it’s way better than going through the city.
Last night it was hours after rush hour. It was pretty late at night. Boston should not have been a problem. Even though I almost never choose to go through Boston, that was the option I picked…
and I got stuck in construction traffic that added half an hour onto my drive. Instead of getting home at 10:00pm, I got home at 10:30.
MuthaPussBucket!
It was a risk… and it bit me on the ass. Stupid risk.
Now, can we stop having daily writing prompts asking about taking risks for a while? It’s repetitive and it’s getting BORING.
Thank you, good night.
Inside the Red Head's Head 
Tomorrow’s Prompt: Think about a risk you took where everything went as terribly as you feared it might and how each and every moment of your waking life is now filled with dread and regret and how your dreams are a dark and maddening hellscape of reliving what happened.
Actually, that would probably be better than the last few prompts!!!
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