Do you ever make up stories of the lives of the people stuck in traffic around you? The car in front of me is clearly an overworked father trying not to fly off thr handle at his deadbeat son, explaining to him why an after school job is necessary for character building and the like. The son obviously is too cool to acknowledge his father, as he slips on his sunglasses and tolerates the next fifteen minutes home.


Yeh. I'm a little weird.


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