She was two cars ahead. I decided to get off the freeway. I knew traffic was bad and it just gives me so much anxiety sometimes. I don’t know why. It’s like I can hear people grumbling around me. And it invades my thoughts maybe. I don’t know. Plus it feels so free to glide through easily. It’s one of the great things about an open road. It’s a mystique I simply can’t explain.
I glared at her when she jumped in the line a mile further ahead than 99.9 percent of people. I know I shouldn’t have. What do I care? It didn’t add to my time…..more than a second.
I guess also it’s that: two weeks ago I saw a mom with a kid in the back seat at an off-ramp. She looked flustered and I could tell by the look on her face that kid was crying and screaming holy hell. Yet she stayed in the back most of the line with all us other “chumps” while people cut in left and right. It was a long 20 minutes to have to watch her suffering and all the time until the very end people were still cutting in. I get sometimes circumstances make it necessary. Hers was one if I ever see the merit though and yet there she was grinding it out. Maybe we could swing towards how drivers are in much more populace areas and countries where there seem to be absolutely no laws and civility. Where you can easily get killed or ran over j-walking.
So anyway. This bubbly ponytail looked like she was probably a fun person to be around. She looked like she had a lot of energy (but maybe not time who knows) to spare. Like she had a mind of her own too as she balsily glanced back in curiosity it almost seemed. A better service to the world would have been for her to sit in traffic and shine her spirit for the world to see it. But who am I kidding “traffic can be a total bitch” and a half one and a quarter one and…….😋🤣😋🤣😋🤣