Driving in this morning in the winter storm we’re in the middle of, I was on Highway 36 headed east to work. In the right lane is someone in a silver Subaru, crawling along at 30 miles per hour, when 50 is easily attainable.
I swear. I curse. I might have given the other driver the finger at one point. I decide to pass.
And it turns out that the other driver is my mom.
What a great start to the week.
Yes, I feel like a jerk. But I can also see the humor in it.