To the woman behind me at Preston and Carling at 4:40,
Look, you're busy.
I understand. We all are. I left the house at 7:30 this morning and won't be home until 9:30 tonight.
And when you passed me immediately after the light turned green and spent the next few blocks weaving in and out of traffic, I'm sure it was just because you were in such a big hurry to get to ... well, where ever you were going.
(It wasn't the Civic Hospital - you drove right past that.)
Don't worry, I wasn't at all laughing at you when you ended up behind me again at the lights in front of Westgate.
But ... I do have to say, if the car in front of you stopping at a red light causes you to wave your arms and beat the steering wheel like a two year old having a tantrum, you need a time out.
Decadent summer living
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