We met at the stop light. Traffic was backed up for miles. Our cars were right next to each other and we decided to talk. Boris and Betty became friends in a traffic jam. It smelled like diesel fuel and road tar as they waited to move ahead. Time seemed to stop as they were en route to different places. She was going to Cleveland and he was heading just down the road to his mothers house in the Detroit area. They agreed to stay friends, exchanged addresses and moved ahead as soon as traffic started moving again.