Monday, October 16, 2017

Life of a Slow Driver (#2)

Sometimes when a car is stuck behind me on a one lane road and I'm not comfortable going faster, I imagine that I'm an exotic insect catcher (usually fancy cars are the ones bothered by my speed-limit abiding tendencies). When the lane opens up, I think to myself, "Fly like the wind, butterfly! You're free!"


  1. I like to pretend that I'm leading a parade and that they're all terribly grateful to me for reminding them to go the speed limit. So instead of the imaginary critical voices, I'm amused.

  2. That is wonderful! A new coping mechanism for my arsenal!!!


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