Describe a time when you were stuck in a traffic jam for a very long time.

I remember being stuck in a traffic jam last summer, when I was going to visit my parents in another part of the city. It was a Saturday afternoon, and I thought the journey would take about forty minutes. I was on a main road near a large shopping area. The cars were hardly moving, and after a while we stopped completely. I was in a taxi, so I couldn't get out and walk. At first, I checked my phone and sent my parents a message to tell them I'd be late. Then I listened to music and looked out of the window. The driver said there had been a small accident further ahead, which was causing the delay. I also watched people on the pavement buying snacks and walking past us. We were in the jam for nearly two hours, and I felt bored and a little worried because my parents were waiting. When the cars finally started moving, I felt relieved. It was a very tiring trip.

Honestly, one of the worst delays I can remember happened last summer. I was heading across the city to see my parents on a Saturday afternoon. I expected the trip to take around forty minutes, so I hadn't brought anything to read.

I got stuck on a main road beside a large shopping area. The traffic had slowed to a crawl and then stopped altogether. I was in a taxi, and we couldn't take a side street because the cars were packed tightly and the driver said the road ahead was blocked by a minor accident. That stretch of road, which is usually busy anyway, felt completely frozen.

At first, I messaged my parents to say I'd be late. After that, I put on some music and watched people on the pavement. A few of them were carrying snacks, which made me realise I was hungry too. I also checked the traffic on my phone, but it barely changed, so I stopped refreshing it and tried to relax. The driver kept the windows closed because of the noise and exhaust, which made the taxi feel stuffy.

We were there for almost two hours. Although I was frustrated, I knew there was little I could do; if I'd got out, I probably wouldn't have found another way home anyway. I felt bad about keeping my parents waiting, but when the cars finally began moving, I was genuinely relieved. It was a tiring journey, and it taught me not to assume a short city trip will be quick.