Josh rolled over, groggy from his sleepiness. The alarm did him no good, he tried his best to sleep right through it. To no avail, he grabbed the annoying box of shrills and ripped the cord out of the wall. With a swift yawn, he stumbled out of bed and walked into the bathroom three steps away. Josh splashed some water on his face and slipped into his work clothes, all the while half-zombified. When he glanced at the clock, his heart leaped into his throat. He quickly grabbed his coat and helmet, ran outside, and jumped on his bike. The engine roared to life, and he sped down the street. Luckily, he was only a few blocks away from the cafe. Unluckily, he was going to be late that morning, despite his best efforts.
As he pulled into the parking lot, he heard someone call out after a loud crash sound. One of the car involved kept speeding away, right towards Josh. He slammed on his brakes, narrowly avoiding the car himself. The driver slammed on their breaks, colliding with an adjacent pole. Steamed, Josh threw off his helmet and stormed up to the car, pounding heavily on the door.
"Hey, get out of the car!" he yelled. The man behind the wheel fervently tried to lock the door, but Josh wrenched the door open and pulled the man from his vehicle.
"You mind telling me what the hell you're doing?" Josh yelled. The guy covered his face in fear. He shoved the guy hard against the pavement in anger.
"Next time, I'll kick your ass! You're lucky I'm late for work," Josh stomped off and retrieved his helmet from the ground. He picked up his bike off its side, cursing the man under his breath as the man sped away. He drove the bike to a nearby parking lot.