Chapter 10
“Come on!!”
Jon was yelling at the car in front of him. Airport Drive. 7:25. Jon was confident that there would be spots at valet parking. The high cost ensured that.
The jerk in front of him going barely five miles per hour above the speed limit was the latest commuter frustration. Ten minutes earlier, Jon had been screaming at a police officer who appeared to have a couple of cars pulled over during rush hour. “Don't you understand the traffic jam you're causing?”
Of course, he yelled with his windows up.
Jon hit the gas and sped around the car, quickly pulling back in the same lane in order to catch the entrance to the parking garage.
Somehow that made him think he had gained some time.
Grace had pointed out on more than one occasion that he needed to give up trying to control other drivers.
He knew she would be disappointed in his behind‐the‐wheel behavior this morning. She had given him that feedback before, too.
With myriad exchanges with Grace running through his head, he suddenly remembered a conversation the two of them had a few weeks prior, after she had picked him up from the airport. Airport drop‐offs and pick‐ups were something Grace insisted on when their schedule had been void of one‐on‐one time.
“Do you know why people get angry so quickly while driving?” she had asked him after she had been honked at and flipped off by a driver she had inadvertently cut off while they were changing lanes at the same time.
“I'm sure you're going to tell me,” Jon ...
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