Jen drove home as quickly as she could do so safely. She sped and tried to sake every opportunity to overtake possible, becoming more and more frustrated with each traffic encounter. Every red light felt like an eternity, and she seemed to be catching all of them. By the time she was reaching the last 5 minutes of her 20 minute trip, she realised that in all her risky manoeuvring she'd only managed to save about 2 minutes. Waiting at a traffic light she turned to look at her pile of hair it had grown just over 4 and a half feet since she'd left the school. Jen's hair was now over 13 feet long and had toppled over and began flowing into a pile on the passenger-side floor.
"Oh man what am I going to do? Even if I never insult anyone ever again I don't know how I could live like this. This is so unfair. I can't belie-" *BANG*
During her contemplation the light had turned green and a careless driver accelerated right into the back of her car. "What the fuck was that?!" Jen shouted. She stepped out of the car, leaving the door open to avoid slamming it on her hair. Inside the other car sat a confused old man who seemed rather disorientated from the collision. Jen looked to the back of her car, the tail lights were broken, the trunk crumpled, and the bumper half hung off.