Karma called in sick today...

Swerving, dodging and jiving. The one-finger-salute, hands up in the air, and arms flailing out of windows. The yelling, the screaming, the name-calling.

Maybe I'm too young and naive, but wouldn't the freeway run smoother if we all cooperated? If we treated the commute as a choreographed dance; rather than a battery of two second drag races, tailgating, tire screeching, or a selfish mess?

I think karma called in sick today...