His name is Tyrone. One afternoon, his wife asked him to go pick up their son from school. Tyrone decided to take his favorite car to pick up his son today; a red Honda Civic, with black tear vinyl on the sides, red neon lights, and a spoiler. It was his baby; he loved this car more than he loved his own son.
On his way to his son's school, he gets caught in a ton of traffic. Tyrone is curious to why there is so much traffic. At one point traffic came to a complete stop, Tyrone gets out of his car to go investigate. Almost as soon as Tyrone gets three car lengths away from his car, the traffic begins to flow. Tyrone turns around to head back to his car, but it's gone. His heart skips a beat, and he couldn't believe what was going on.
After 10 minutes of panic, Tyrone realizes he's lost his favorite car forever. He begins to walk to his son's school, when he recieves a call from his wife. His wife tells him that she forgot to tell Tyrone that their son got out of school three hours early and he had been at his aunt’s house since. Now his son is home, Tyrone is without a car, and his wife can't pick him up because her car is in the shop. Tyrone has no choice but to take the subway.