The world is dark but surprisingly busy at 6:30 in the morning as I drive through downtown O-town to get to work. This morning was no different. Except for a bit of road rage from a middle age woman who had perfectly coiffed hair. She made it pretty clear that she was very important and her destination was far more important than anyone else.
And she was angry. I saw her middle finger go up and she was waving it around like it was a weapon.
I wonder if she had as good a day as I did. Probably not. I think anyone who starts the day with that much anger and frustration probably carried it with her for the entire day. She spent 100 times more energy on her commute this morning than I did on my daily run.
Poor her. I hope her drive home is better. For all our sakes.
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Maybe she'll read your post, know you are talking about her, and it will make her day the worst ever. That would be cool karma!
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