This Little Piggy

Today in traffic, your view of the road ahead was completely blocked by a truck carrying livestock. Traffic wasn't moving, you packed your BlackBerry in your son's lunch bag today and the sounds coming out of the radio were rubbing salt into your wounds. With nothing else to do, you had no other choice but to concentrate on the truck ahead of you. Eyes peered out at you and you could smell fear in the air. It was dinner time so your stomach was rumbling and thoughts of juicy pork chops, a hearty lamb stew or veal parmesan seemed viciously inappropriate.

The guilt was killing you. You knew you had to save these poor little piggies. There was no time to waste. These piggies were raised for profit and they would be in your market by the weekend. Your heart was pounding out of your chest, beads of sweat were rolling down your face and your teeth were clenched.

You fling your high-heeled shoes in the backseat and suddenly, you're out on the street. You find a wrench in your trunk, march to the truck, hike your skirt up to your hips and jump on. Luckily for you, traffic hasn't moved an inch. You hit the lock repeatedly, but can't seem to break it off. You're about to give up, but drivers in the cars behind you start beeping. Some even roll down their windows and cheer you on. With all the cameras flashing, you might even make the 6 o'clock news. You keep banging on the lock and your efforts are rewarded. The lock comes loose and you jump off and run away as fast as you can. Before you know it, all the little piggies are behind you and for the very first time, you really understand what "crying wee wee wee all the way home" really means.