The New Me

With the state of fatherhood upon me now, the Missus suggested that it was time for a New Me, at least with respect to the way I drive. Of course I'm a pretty darn good driver if I do say so myself, and I do. I have to admit that I tend to get a trifle hot under the proverbial collar when I see something unfair, say somebody cutting me off, or trying to butt in front of people (like me) out of turn. Or people that think the yield sign isn't for them. Or people that try to sneak into a lane at the last minute--I REALLY HATE THAT!

Sorry.

So I admit that I have sometimes done stupid things behind the wheel, and the Missus pointed out that these are traits that probably shouldn't be passed on to Tessa and Adam. In short, it was time for a New Me.

I was the New Me all this weekend. The New Me let people in front of him and didn't get upset. Once the New Me even let a Metrobus in! When other people did stupid, dangerous things, the New Me didn't even think about flipping them the bird. The New Me drove calmly and sedately, and made adequate time. The New Me got everywhere he needed to go, safely and without losing his temper once.

I hate the New Me.