What is the distance of a 20 minute drive into downtown Toronto very rarely takes less then 2 hours during the morning commute. There is very little to do while slowing watching your life slip from your grasp as you sit in this horrible traffic; I tend to amuse myself by thinking up stories about the other drivers, or I try and see what they’re doing to distract themselves from the mind numbingly slow pace of commuter rush hour traffic.
I tend to get creative (some would call it disturbing) when I think up stories; like the man the other day in the car with the license plate “IDODIRT” Wow. What the fuck were you think when you picked that one buddy?

The days that my mind just won’t think; the days that I am stuck behind some ass that decided to rear end someone, the ass that wouldn’t pull off to the side of the road when their car broke down, I tend to be a little (more) crude and a little lot more pretentious.

I caught myself earlier this week thinking some atrocious things about some of my fellow citizens; it didn’t matter who - different races, different sexes, different age categories. I caught myself being very judicious of a lot of people. I couldn’t believe that I was so harsh. Me, the thoughtful, loving, and always so mindful person was really so horrible and callous - a huge bitch! I didn’t realize how boorish I am, until I took a step back and thought about what I was thinking.

I promised myself I was going to change my outlook. I would be more positive and not so judgmental.

Today, we were driving home from picking Carter up at daycare. It was our green light, we were going straight. Then out of nowhere, a car comes through the intersection to make a left hand turn in front of our car. I thought for sure we were about to have a serious accident; either we T-bone this car or we get severely rear-ended. Luckily Mike’s quick skills averted an accident completely.
As we drive up beside the car, Mike’s cursing and swearing ready to just tear a stripe off this inconsiderate and very dangerous driver. I look over. It’s an elderly lady, not a care in the world - didn’t even realize what could of happened.

What comes out of my mouth but, “That crazy fuckin’ dig-bat! That degenerate geriatric should not have a license. She’s going to fucking kill someone! Fucksakes!”

*ahem* So maybe I’ll start being on my best behaviour - tomorrow.