Staring out toward the Bay Bridge, Andrew noticed that there were no cars heading east toward Oakland. That seemed odd. Andrew always marveled that traffic filled the city at all hours of the night. He looked over at the clock on his desk and saw that it was 12:02 a.m. Even at this hour there were always cars on the bridge. Traffic never really stopped in San Francisco, short of an earthquake.
Then it hit him.
In his mind’s eye, Andrew saw the orange road signs he had been driving by on his way home every night for the past two weeks:
BAY BRIDGE CLOSED FOR REPAIRS MARCH 4 & 5 MIDNIGHT TO 5:00 A.M.
It hadn’t occurred to Andrew that he might need to cross the bridge at this hour. Slowly it dawned on him that he would ...