A Wild Theory About Road Rage
I think the whole problem is, cars don’t have faces. Horns sound the same when you’re happy as when you’re mad. There’s no communication happening from car to car, so we imagine communication.
I think the whole problem is, cars don’t have faces. Horns sound the same when you’re happy as when you’re mad. There’s no communication happening from car to car, so we imagine communication.
America has always sold itself like a potluck dinner—“Bring your culture! Bring your grandma’s recipes! Bring the funky spices we can pretend we invented!”