I Drive to Work
Driving to work can be frustrating. Especially as early as I’m currently making the trip. Like, this morning, I was driving behind this guy clogging the middle lane with his giant SUV, driving 10 miles under an already-too-low speed limit. It was one of those shifting-down-into-third-gear-to-make-some-progress moments. With swearing.
But there are moments of brilliance, too. Another SUV, later on, had one of those license-plate frames . . . at one time. All that was left of it was the top part between the two screw/bolts. The part that read, “Failure is not.”
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