Tuesday, August 28, 2018

My Morning commute

On any given morning driving to work, I am continually made aware of the varied characters of the dozens of people that I notice. Pedestrians waiting for the green light, cyclists buzzing through the red light, drivers weaving in and out, and others, too, perhaps a woman sitting on a bench feeding seed to the pigeons or a man unloading sacks of fruit from the back of a truck double-parked in front of the produce store.
What strikes me is how clearly I can discern each person's character. I am no genius at reading body language, however it must be obvious to all when a driver deliberately veers into the right lane, usually filled with parked cars, but not always, advances a bit only to veer back into the driving lane two or three cars cut off in the process. What is the driver thinking? Is he (rarely a she) a VIP, more important than us who he has cut off? Is he a self-important boor, or in a rush to the hospital to see his injured child just admitted after a fall on her head at the local park?

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