One day, not so long ago, I was in a screaming hurry to get somewhere important, like, you know COLES or something. I was irritated, tired and cranky.
In NO mood for the extremely slow driver in front of me, who I tailgated for a bit, indignant at having to slow down in the fast lane.
"Christs sake!" I thought. "I have a bay-bee. My husband is sick. Hurry the hell up!"
The slow car in front of me turned into the quiet street, that is off the main highway.
The cemetery, in fact.
My road rage disintegrated, and I felt a tad ashamed of myself.
There will always be somebody out there having a worse day than you.