Once again, letting a couple of days lapse between musings.
When I saw Curate used in story about a selection of coffee in a shop I had to bite my tongue.
I don’t want to seem obsessed, so I will drop that train of thought.
My very short drive to work offers a postage stamp view of humanity on it’s way somewhere.
It sort of balances out.
There seem just as many boorish swine drivers as there are polite ones.
It does seem to matter a little if the person behind the wheel is traveling in a straight path, or needs to make a turn from a connecting street.
The connecting street types run more stop signs and red lights and feel obligated to cram their cars into already filled intersections so that they do not miss ‘their turn’.
A longer commute would put me under.
With luck it will not lengthen any time soon.