Jam. Served hot.

Big meeting planned in Oman, the next day.

Dubai to Oman. 2 hours to check in. 35 minutes flight. 1 hour to check out at the Muscat airport. We arrive late at night. Office was 10 kilometers from the hotel. Meeting at 9 am. You need to start early to beat the peak hour traffic says the lady at the front desk. We agree. Muscat, capital city. Must be quite packed in the morning, we reconcile. Cab called for 8:30am.

After a quick meal, night cap, and pressing my shirt for the day, I hit the bed. The alarm buzzes. It is 7 am. 7:35-out of the room. 7:40-woman at the desk taking time to check me out. 8:00-hit breakfast table. 8:30- at the porch waiting for the cab. 8:35- wait continues. 8:40- red lights in the head. thought blurb with woman saying" start early to beat the peak hour traffic" 8:40- Panic. search for local office contacts to check on the cab. damn we dont have the cab drivers numbers. 8:45- Cab comes in.
"Why are u late?"
No reply
"How much time will we take? How far is office?"
"11 Kilometers. Depends on traffic"
"Shit" I murmur
"Lots of traffic?"
"Yes, sir"
The cab speeds across the long, clean roads of Muscat. We see no cars on the road. No signals. Winging flyovers.
8:55- I can see our office building. No sweat.
I see a traffic signal ahead. 5 cars at the red light.
Cab driver says "Traffic Jam, sir. Peak Hour"

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