Jan 30
So here I am stuck on the highway, 15km west of a jack knifed trailer. It’s one of the innevitabilites of car commuter life.
Some people don’t seem to see it that way.
Take for example the red faced, middle age man in the BMW I’ve been periodically passing.
For the last 20 minutes if seen this guy throwing up his arms, screaming, and pounding away at the steering wheel with surprising vigor.
I don’t know how he figures this is accomplishing anything more than making this situation even more unbearable for himself.
Why get so emotional over something you have no control over?
Do you suppose he screams at and curses the sky because he hates blue as well?
It all seems very silly to me.
