Orangelane

rainbows and freeways. one for the sky, one for the commuter. here in the left lane we've got the violet and blue lights and over to the right the RVs and short-buses holding everybody back. then at night with the moonbow there is the empty country road with nothing moving for mile upon mile. now being in charge of central planning seems to be something fun, glamorous and exciting. until the 20th time in one day when pixies and leprechauns are both talking to you simultaneously about how they deserver to be in the fast lane and not stuck in the right lanes like you assigned them because they are small, easily crushed, have bad situational awareness and sometimes imbibe of the spirits a little too much to be considered top-echelon type of commuters. then what you really tell them is that your bosses boss is having a really bad day and is thinking of extinguishing the sun entirely so they should be pleased and happy for the opportunity to ride the rainbow at all. course if the whole thing wasn't a bluff you'd be free to run off and buy some really dark clothes and disappear into some crowd somewhere till they tracked you down and put you back in charge of something equally annoying such as the rate of calcium dispensation for mollusks. so all in all there isn't much else to do at least until the sun does stop shining for good.