The Zen of the Morning Commute

Another fine Monday here in Pittsburgh, PA.  You know what that means:  let the work week commence; let the hellacious commute on Route 28 begin; let the curse words and/or gestures fly…or not?

This morning, I took the high road.  I chose to be an enlightened commuter.  That’s how I roll.  The jackwagon that cut me off in the narrow-laned construction zone–I didn’t sweat it.  The angry, stark ravin’ maven in the BMW riding my behind in bumper to bumper traffic–just gave her a friendly wave in my rearview mirror.  The Port Authority bus needing to merge–come on in, buddy.  Happy to oblige.

No longer will I join in your reindeer games.  No longer will I lay on my horn for five minutes or turn on my high beams when you cut me off.  No longer will I slam on my brakes to get you off of my tail.  No longer will I turn my head away from the on-ramp, pretending to be distracted so I don’t have to let you merge.

I am above that now.  I am somebody’s mother.  I am a safe, responsible, curteous, Pittsburgh driver who doesn’t stoop to the level of those who are not as patient or kind.  I am Zen.

But God help you all when I’m trying to get home at the end of the day.

Nobody’s merging.

Ommmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

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2 Responses to The Zen of the Morning Commute

  1. Dana says:

    Love it ~ live it. Namaste’

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