Notes in the key of C

     The beauty of living in relatively close proximity to one’s place of employment is that it only takes a few minutes to get there in the morning and back home at night.  In my case, it requires a whole ten minutes of driving, twelve if the traffic is particularly heavy that day.  So, if I allow myself at least fifteen minutes, it’s just a casual, relaxing cruise on the way to work each morning and  I get there early every time.

     Unfortunately, it seems everyone else but me is either running late, forgot to set their alarm, or has a job they love SO much that they can’t wait to get there!  To ME, when the highway sign says “Speed limit 55″ it means just that….speed LIMIT!!  But not for the others on the highway who consider it to be a “suggested” speed limit. Among them are the many who believe that even though the sign indicates the speed LIMIT, it’s okay to drive five miles to ten miles over. Until they get caught and stopped.  Until they get pulled over and cited, those signs only warn them to watch out for people like me.  So, for the few minutes I actually spend on the highway, it’s more like I’ve accidentally driven onto the local speedway in the middle of an ongoing race, with cars flashing by me, random lane-changing, horn honking, tailgating and the ocassional display of disapproval of my observance of the speed limit, expressed to me by threatening facial expressions and the upward motion of their middle finger as they go by. I just don’t get it!  If they would just plan to get up a little earlier and leave a little sooner, they just might consider driving a little slower.  Yeah, RIGHT!! I’m dreaming.