Driving in the city is a horn honking, tailgating, line waiting, car swerving, mouths cursing, brake slamming, traffic jamming, fingers fingering and all around hurry scurrying period of stress and nerves.
So I’m glad I do not live in the city.
As much as I fought it, I am a small town girl at heart. Where hello-honks and tailgate parties rule. Where traffic jams exist only when the train roles through town and fingering consists of pointing the right direction to those lost in the one roundabout in town.
Of course, this excludes the commuters. All commuters, regardless of sex, age or town they come from, are evil. Evil because they have to be, if they want to survive, on the war zone that is ‘the highway’.