Phonebooth chicken

Heh heh. The accompanying article is pretty funny.



At my advanced age I am (finally) learning how not to compete with fools on the highway. But of course, there isn't a day that goes by when some bozo or other whom I have managed to pass feels duty-bound to race past me just so they can say their dick is bigger than mine. Whatever.

I like to drive fast, and I don't care at all if someone wants to go faster than me. I move over to let them by, and I appreciate it when (though around here it rarely happens) someone moves over to let me pass. Of course, in rush hour traffic it's usually quite challenging to get past clots of slow(er) moving drivers, since many folks consider it right and proper to go the speed limit (or just below) in the left lane. I would disagree, but that's just me.

Most of the time it simply isn't worth the effort to duck in and out of busy traffic lanes trying to get ahead. Patience is the best strategy: wait for an opening and when it comes take it without hesitation. And if someone looks like they're in a bigger hurry than you, by all means let them past.

It may only be bent sheet metal, but my time is worth more to me than that. Principals are fine, too, but as some wise person once said: "A man can stand on his principals, and sit on his own stool." Or something like that.