I love seeing or hear people complain about the traffic. “You ARE traffic,” I helpfully tell them. They don’t look at me like I’m being helpful. 

“But people are such bad drivers in _________.” 

“You found yourself in a geographical oddity. No matter where you are, everyone else is a bad driver.”

They eventually catch on that it’s useless with me.

They really give me a look when I tell them that most people rate themselves to be above average drivers. 

When they answer, “Most of us are better than average,” I realize I’ve identified another one of those people. 

I whisper a silent wish: that they visit a city with nothing but roundabouts, no exit ramps, and street signs written in Yiddish. 

It doesn’t seem to be too much to ask.

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