Working from home the other day, I decided to use the opportunity to cross off some of those nagging little stragglers on my To Do list in between bouts of writer's block. First, I head into our quaint little downtown to do a two-minute drop-off at a local business, only to be greeted by bumper-to-bumper traffic clogging its narrow streets. Turns out the little lane on which the office I need to visit is located is totally closed off for some heavy-duty road repair. Time to find a parking spot and maneuver through the congestion: 57 minutes. Time spent in drop off: two minutes-and-25-seconds.

That mission finally accomplished, I head back to my car and am just about to pull out of my hard-won parking space when I receive a call from my office.  I'm chatting with a colleague about where to find something on my computer when a behemoth SUV (the only kind driven by everyone-but-moi here in the ‘burbs) pulls into the space ahead of me. The driver backs up without looking and proceeds to smack (not tap) the front bumper of my teensy-by-comparison vehicle with me in it.  After disembarking, she casually saunters away without so much as a token glance in my direction.