Don’t hate slow moving traffic

    If all the cars in the world were placed end to end ... they'd probably be behind a slow moving cattle truck.
    Everyone is in such a hurry these days they don’t have time to waste behind a Gooseneck filled with cattle. So they pass with no visibility or lay on their horns, as if that’s going to speed things up. They’ll risk their lives hurrying themselves to death so that they can get to their final destination earlier. And when I say “final,” I mean final!
    I prefer a less hurried pace. I hate life in the fast lane with everyone crowding, shoving, pushing and running over each other. We live in a fast paced world where we brag about the speed of our internet service and agonize over which would be faster, the escalator or the elevator? Everyone is so stressed out and in such a hurry that I heard of one housewife who quickly loaded her dirty plates and dishes in the microwave before rushing out the door only to discover upon her return that a microwave is not a dishwasher. We have a frenetic friend who loaded her 3-month-old baby in the baby carrier and then went off and left it and the baby sitting on the kitchen table.
    I’ll never forget my first ranch job out of college when the owner wanted me to take the bobtail cattle truck and bring back a load of feed from the mill. No problem, I’m the son of a long-haul trucker, and I know my way around a set of gears. But I was surprised he trusted me that much and that he didn’t want to tag along, but I quickly discovered the reason when I tried to navigate the two lane road around windy curves with steep grades and descents. I was soon being followed by a long line of cars and everyone had one hand on their horn.
    The average driver will honk a horn 15,250 times in their life, and many of the drivers behind me that day were using up half their quota. I’d have given anything for a bumper sticker that said, “Keep honking. I’m reloading.”

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