Gridlock

It's snowing, evening is falling, and traffic on the E17 in Antwerp is gridlocked. Tim, dressed in a suit, driving alone, is impatient, yelling at his radio, popping pills. He decides to try his new mobile phone; he calls home and his daughter answers. He asks for her mommy, and his daughter says that mommy's upstairs with "Uncle Wim." Tim, who knows there's no Uncle Wim in the family, suspects something is rotten in the state of Belgium, so he asks his daughter to do him a favor. She sets down the phone and heads upstairs while he waits impatiently in traffic. After a few minutes, she returns with her report.