Question:“On anger at the wheel”
On anger at the wheel
Inside a car, anger grows twice as fast. There is no face on the other side, and none on yours.
Give the car that cut in a name. Someone in a hurry. Someone still learning. Named, the anger shrinks. Instead of the horn, let out one long breath and double the distance to the car ahead.
Oedipus quarreled on a narrow road with an old man who would not yield the way, and killed him. It was his father.