Hole-hell

Listen carefully when a car bashes over a pothole. If you hear a low whistling, a strange scream alongside the customary bump, that’s no pothole at all.

All it takes is a crack in the asphalt, an eighteen-wheeled beast, and presto: Satan gets to bypass all the magma and bedrock to peer up at the superhighway.

Upstairs, God shakes a fist. It’s your fault they leveled my mountains with concrete.

Satan shrugs, baffled too. I had no input with this. He sits back, content to watch Man race by at 70 mph. Why didn't I think to invent this?