My daily commute has become increasingly difficult lately. There’s the usual gridlock, of course, but now there are the dinosaurs too.
Traffic reports on the radio announce that the time portal is still being repaired. That’s been two days now.
Suddenly my car shakes as a Triceratops lumbers between the vehicles ahead. Another delay. An Ankylosaurus smashes a delivery truck with its tail; boxes and their contents scatter across the road. More time lost. Then I hear a thunderous roar. There’s a T. rex further up ahead.
I close my eyes and turn the music up—I’m not going anywhere soon.