“O Ce Veste Minunata,” a Romanian carol
Keeping Up
“If I passed you on the right then you’re an idiot.” On the way to the park, we were behind a car with that bumper sticker. I think it was homemade, because it had strange capitalization, and I’m not sure if it didn’t suggest that “your an idiot.” Perhaps I’m just projecting to create the irony. At any rate, I thought about the bumper sticker as the kids rode and skated ahead, returning when they got out of sight, then heading back out again, each time going a little further. Why would you go around calling random strangers idiots? Why would you worry about passing someone on the right so much that you’ll plaster an insult on your car? And of all things, why that annoying driving habit? Why not just be glad that you don’t have to worry about someone leaving you behind?