Driving.
Look, I’m like most people. When people talk about “how badly people drive in city X hur hur hur” I think they’re stupid, generally. But I came from New York yo. So, in brief, here is what driving in Seattle is like:
“Oh hey! Welcome to Seattle! I’m the powder-blue 1991 Volvo driving in front of you! Yeah, isn’t it weird how the lanes are about 4 feet wide, unmarked, and in such bad shape that they would embarrass Mexico? Yeah. Anyway, I’m going to drive five below the speed limit. Forever.”
“Getting on the highway, huh? Well, don’t worry, even though it’s twelve lanes wide and not crowded, everyone is driving exactly 52 miles per hour in pincer formation, and you’ll never pass any of them.”
“Trying to drive down a main street at a reasonable speed? I’m just going to poke my head out of this alleyway and turn right. But not until you’re five feet away. I’m busy recycling, you know how it is!”
“CD hanging from the mirror by a hemp cord!”
End of driving post.
