Welcome to Musing interruptus. Thank you for clicking, thank you for listening. There are places to be, and people to see! But first, you have to get there. Today on Musing Interruptus, Traffic, it is bound to happen or Traffic Bound, it’d better be the journey that matters most.
It’s on the way there, picking you up is not a problem. Click, or beep. Whatever hanging up the godforsaken phone sounds like these days. Catching up on calls, thoughts, projects… so much you can do in traffic. I love it. Listen to music, listen to me… 50 ways to make better use of your time in traffic. Paul Simon offers 50 ways to leave your lover. 50 thoughts in 50 seconds… Sounds like a challenge. A duel! To the death! AT DAWN, NO LESS!!!! For your honor Beatrice! For. your. honor! No. Interrupt, Interrupt! The topic is traffic. The mind wonders if you are bold enough to let it. What better place than among 50 strangers, in boxes, on wheels, there may even be a fox. So these strangers in boxes, a vision of what is to come, in a more compact model. Meandering thoughts. The box with wheels comes in all sorts of colors and sizes, for the young at heart and serious in the brow, there is something for us all. Don’t you want a box with wheels? Wouldn’t you love to feel the absolute solitude of encapsulated strangerhood? On roads? It’s the best time to think, practice your English (ejem… ) or another language, listen to my podcast, listen for the hidden messages…listen to songs that remind of your freer times, outside of the capsule. But right now you are here, I guess I’m here too. Next to you, watching you drive. No! Don’t change the dial! Don’t think about that part too much. This is just another voice, part of the environment. You are alone in the box with wheels. What color is it? What make and model is your box? Do you see other’s on the road, in front of you, behind you, to your sides? Are you looking in the rearview mirror? Hey… is your seatbelt on? When was the last time you got your brakes checked? How about that oil change? Have you considered converting to the faith of UBER? Have you heard the call?  So many things to consider. How are those car payments? Fun times. All so you can sit here, with me, and pretend there is no one else around. But, you are not the only person stuck in traffic. Sucks… Can’t read while you are here, can’t paint either. Can’t really work. Would be nice to make a friend as we are semi-parked here, waiting for this agglomeration of metal boxes to move forward.
Now let’s get down to this. The nitty-gritty. There is someone who obviously does not want to get home, or wherever they are going. It might even be you! You, holding up traffic, going a little slower than you should, you prick. People have places to go and people to see… Do you think we want to be in this traffic! DO YOU THINK THIS IS WHAT I WAS BORN TO DO?! What kind of cruel joke is this? 840 hours a year wasted on rush-hour! WASTED! I could have been learning something. Falling in love. Creating a masterpiece. At least one of you might have found the cure to a horrid ailment.
Hey, don’t forget to use your turn signal. Don’t get me started on the strangers in boxes that don’t use their turn signals. I hate that. I also hate when drivers fail to use the roundabout or traffic circle correctly. How about Sunday drivers abusing the high-speed lane on the highway. It is for the fast and the furious baby… off, off I tell you! I blame you.. Sunday drivers who would see us all suffer the loss of precious time just to get where we are going, to whoever is waiting on the other side. They say… by the way, who is they?? Can we meet?? I’d love to hear what else they say. Anyway… They say it’s the journey that matters…  that is life. The road most traveled and the other half less traveled. It’s all the same, you are on a journey. Those hours in gridlock are part of the experience...

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