I've just completed a short shopping trip. I took the car, as I always do. Part of me knows that this is ecologically unsound, but it's shouted down by the part of me that's lazy. On reflection I would be better walking as it would mean my blood pressure remained at a manageable level. I almost always get irritated while driving and I become a much less pleasant human being. During my five minutes on the road I turned into a snarling sarcastic grump rather than the more laid back person I normally am. Nobody really did anything terrible. I wasn't forced off the road by a bus driver with a death wish and I didn't have to deal with pedestrians with suicidal tendencies, but I still managed to tell people off within the bubble of my own car. My language was awful and, as a father of a young son, I'm a bit worried about this. It's only a matter of time before I'm hauled into his school to be told that he's written a story about a racing car that says ,"Don't indicate then, I'm f***ing psychic".
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