Driving Me Crazy

As of this date, Jordan does not have a car. When he wants to go somewhere, he checks the bus route and the weather outside. Many times he wants to go somewhere but can't find a ride.

Jordan as a passenger is at least five times faster than Jordan as a pedestrian. Jordan likes being a passenger. He likes being a driver too. The difference between five and twenty-five miles an hour is huge when you're used to walking everywhere. With a car, you don't have schedules and tedious bus routes to work around. You make your own path, at your own time. And you don't have to dress up in a tench coat and boots to go grocery shopping on a February morning.

But for some people that just isn't enough, and Jordan can't quite understand why. Some people act like every red light is a threat to their existence. If another driver cuts them off, it hits them like a personal assault. They honk, they shout, they point fingers to the sky. They take driving for granted. What they really need to do is smile, and remember that even in bumper to bumper traffic, they still get to sit down.