I have a new strategy for driving Interstate 95 in South Florida.
Here it is: Before I get on the entrance ramp, I tell myself that everyone now driving on the highway alongside me is my friend.
We’re all driving together, my friends and I — it doesn’t matter if I’m going north or south.
Then, when I settle into a lane, if somebody cuts in front of me I say, with a note of personal hurt, “My friend, how could you do that?”
When another driver does something stupid I groan, in a voice worthy of a rug merchant in a bazaar, “What were you thinking, my friend?”
It’s a lot nicer than the things I used to call my fellow drivers, and it has an amazingly calming effect.
Try it, my friend.
Editor of Fort Lauderdale Magazine
Blog post first appeared in Road Sage
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