Oh, the faces I make while moving through the events of an ordinary day. Something tells me I am not alone.
My trail-walking face: smile, wave, greet passers-by with a cheery “Good Morning.”
My traffic face: scowl, growl, and glare with shoulders scrunched up to my ears and hands raised, outspread to each side, greet fellow drivers with a screech “What the hay are you thinking?”
- Stop. The. Insanity.
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