I have noticed that when driving I get a particular thrill from being the last driver through a yellow light, especially in heavy traffic. This is because I believe it frustrates anyone trying to follow me.
It completely ignores the fact that as far as I am aware every single time in my life someone has in fact been following me it was because I was helping them get somewhere.
Of course, if the followers were any good, I wouldn’t be aware of them, would I? Hmmm….
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