Have you ever been stopped at a stop light, only to start daydreaming, and the next thing you know, you’re startled from your reverie by the blast of a car horn because the light has turned green? If you’re like me, your first thought is, God! Okay! What’s your hurry? You feel mildly embarrassed but defensive and utterly justified in thinking that the honker is an impatient type A asshole.

          Conversely, have you ever been stopped behind a car at a stop light and the light turns green and the car ahead of you doesn’t go? You wait for a second or two and then you honk. If you’re like me, your first thought is, C’mon! Get your head out of your butt and pay attention! You watch as the driver startles before hurriedly driving off. They’re undoubtedly thinking that you’re an impatient Type A asshole, but you don’t care, because you have to get somewhere important and you’re already running late.

          It’s funny, because yesterday I found myself on opposite sides of this particular equation, as the honker and the honkee (no pun intended). And while I like to talk about lessons learned by walking a mile in someone else’s shoes, in this case, sadly, what I learned was both pairs fit.