The left hemisphere of your brain is a miserable little tyrant, a penny-ante dictator strutting around in the gray matter.
Ha. I do that, too. In my defense, I walk all over the place and when a motorist gives me the right-of-way, I kick it into gear.
You caught me. I admit when I stop my car for pedestrians—as I always do with a smile and a wave—I think to myself “I expect a little hustle, let’s go.”
Ha. I do that, too. In my defense, I walk all over the place and when a motorist gives me the right-of-way, I kick it into gear.
You caught me. I admit when I stop my car for pedestrians—as I always do with a smile and a wave—I think to myself “I expect a little hustle, let’s go.”