The funny thing is, these jams create their own small communities. I heard about a woman who shared her bag of crisps with a stranger. Someone else started a mini car-pool game of “I Spy” with the family in the next car. Necessity is the mother of connection.
Plus, the delay gave people an excuse to be late without guilt. “Sorry I’m late, the M25 is literally closed” is a get-out-of-jail-free card that works every time. Use it wisely.
And for the truck drivers involved? They’re probably having a worse day than you. One of them is probably sitting in a service station, filling out forms, dreaming of a day when his two-lorry collision didn’t involve a power line. Cut them some slack.
The Takeaway
When the M25 closes, it’s not just an inconvenience — it’s a shared story. It’s the tale of a thousand car stereos playing the same sad radio update. It’s the smell of diesel mixed with collective frustration. But it’s also a reminder that life is unpredictable.
So, if you’re reading this while stuck on a diversion, take a breath. You’re part of a ridiculous, messy, human moment. And when the power line is fixed and the road reopens, you’ll have a story to tell. Just maybe not in the rush hour.
In the meantime, check your fuel gauge, smile at the car next to you, and remember: even the M25 has its bad days. This one just happened to involve two lorries and a very stubborn bit of wire.
