Sometimes, when it is so cold my toes are numb or so hot my deodorant has failed me or so rainy that my fingers are wrinkled up raisins, I just want to put all of the bus stop strangers in my car and drive them to their destinations. Everyone would have a better day.
When a really groovy song plays on the radio, I have to dance. I get away with this at home. It is frowned upon when I am driving the car. If there’s room to pull the car over, dancing in the median should be allowed and encouraged. More dancing is a good thing.