On Commuting
1 min readNov 17, 2016
When I’m commuting, I pretend that every other car — including mine — has a cake in their passenger seat.
Then I’m never stressed.
You figure jerks cars worry about whatever party that cake is for.
When I piss off other cars, I shrug cause I’m trying not to wreck my cake.
What does everyone cares way more about? Cake and parties? Or accidentally mangling the body of some mother of two???