Oh, I’m sorry. From your honking, I gather I have inconvenienced you. I apologize. What is it about my driving that frustrates you so? Is it my speed? I’m not sure how I decided to choose the speed at which I drive. It couldn’t be that I’ve adjusted my speed due to driving in an entirely residential area. It couldn’t be the signs posted every few miles advertising a speed limit. Maybe I chose it only to inconvenience you on your way to work. No, that’s silly, I didn’t choose the speed limit. But the government did, just to piss you off.
Is it that I slow down for childrens and for squirrels? Maybe it’s that I’m slowing down to make a turn, to go home and go back to bed. Are you frustrated you have to go to work and I get to go home and sleep? How could you know all that? Maybe I’m going home to clean all day. I probably should be cleaning all day.
The point is, I’m sorry. I’m sorry that your driving tells me more about the person you are than anything else. And I’m sorry that’s the impression you want to leave people with every day.
And now, I’m going to bed.
K.
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