We've watched someone be rear ended, we've recognized the "crazy bus" which took the wrong exit (or so the boys think), we've watched men shave their faces, women apply their makeup and both eat a smorg for breakfast, we discuss road rules (as someone is recognized as a "crazy driver"), we've been rear ended and we've had a semi blow a tire right beside us traveling 110 km - we were sure a bomb had detonated along side us.
I believe I have some days where things don't run the way I think they should. The severity of it would define whether I quote I'm having a "bad day."
But perspective is everything.
Just when I'm thinking I've had a bad day, I remember two vivid images we've seen while commuting. Somehow my day doesn't seem so bad anymore. My "bad" will be redefined to: trivial.
I will always wonder how someone is capable of doing this to their car when the speed limit is only 60 km per hour.
I suspect this image can be defined as the result of a windy day?
