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I saw a woman in distress today.

Her hands were cupped over her face, but I couldn't tell whether it was in frustration or to wipe away tears. That's what caught my eye. I was sitting in the bus, and her in her car. She was in the driver's seat, the rest of the car was empty. 

I wondered for a few split seconds if she was just wiping her face. But there was a difference sense. She was on the phone - you could tell from the earpiece in her ear, and for the 30 seconds the red light stopped both our vehicles momentarily.

Hand gestures followed after - frantic waving, circling, even writing on the steering wheel, whatever that meant. There was probably shouting. I won't know for certain, because it was evidently out of earshot, but there was shouting. Or at least some frustrated banter. 

(I think in that time, my mind did a combination of wander and logical linking.) 

The lights changed and the car pulled away much faster than the bus moved along. She drove with her hands barely on the steering wheel, the other hand still in agitated movement, still shouting. 

It was barely 730 in the morning - and I saw a woman in distress.

I wonder how she is now.