Jealous of her tiny cuticles, Glinda observed, then flipped her turn signal, waited for the truck to pass, and wandered, slowly, into the left lane. Pumpkins were growing on the left , and some has piled up at the intersection to cross. A vinyl covered couch was waiting on the other side for the light to change. Impatient, it began inching across the street against the light. The pumpkins hopped up and down with glee. Meanwhile, Glinda's fingernails continued growing. The sun was on its second transit, and yet the light hadn't changed. It was a moral dilemma : should she attempt to drive around the couch, scaring the pumpkins while her nails grew to a frightening length, or wait for the light to change?