There was that movie in which everybody drove, secretly hoping to hit someone just to have a human touch.
And just now on Congress Avenue, some black SUV drove like a maniac, almost hitting me but in such a way that it seemed like me and him were driving against the world.
Me in the world's one and only driving oven, driving around with no air conditioning and cutting in front of people just to go. Just to get some air circulating.
It's funny how we think we know what other people think.
That person's driving slow because he's an idiot. That person's driving fast because they're young. Idiocy and age are opinions anyway.
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