She wakes up, pours her hot cup of coffee, gets dressed and heads out the door. She drives to work in a rush; like everyday, she hopes to miss traffic. She hits a bump in the road, and spills her coffee on her favourite white blouse. "This cannot get any worse" she yells. Traffic stops her with enough time to clean off her blouse. She sighs as she looks down to see the big brown stain on her shirt. "Perfect" she managed to get out of her teeth. The sound of honking behind her made her stop to look at the road again. She drives faster than before because she doesn't want to hold up traffic. Her telephone began to ring. She answered it in an instant. Her daughter was on the line demanding to know where her purple tank top and ripped jeans were. "Top- left drawer. Pants- in your closet hanging up...Where they should be young lady!" she replies. Before she could hear what her daughter responded, she dropped her phone. It got stuck underneath her seat. She took her eyes off the road to try and find her phone. In that instant, the green light she just saw quickly changed to red. Without her knowledge she keeps driving fast across the intersection. She disregards the honking she hears because she figures it's just the traffic behind her.She finally found her phone, picked it up and was lucky enough to hear her daughter on the line still. Quickly she says "I love you sweety, have a great day" with just enough time to look at the road again. She was driving on the wrong side of the road now going 100 m/ph in a 60. It didn't take long for her to see the upcomming truck approaching fast. Before she could move her wheel, the truck crashed into her head on. Thus, leaving nothing but a voice of her daughter on the other end saying "I love you too Mom, and have a great birthday!".