Look at that dude up ahead.
Holding up traffic.
Must not know where he’s going.
I gotta get back to work.
We’re trying to get home before the show starts.
The coach is probably already talking to the rest of the team.
The meeting starts in 10 minutes and Bob said something last time I rolled in late.
Can’t he go faster? Or pull off? Or something?
OK. Confession time.
That slow dude?
I could go faster.
I’m going slow because I want to go slow.
To you this is all boring. Routine.
It’s space to be skipped over on the way to something better.
You ignore it while staring at your glowing screen.
That’s not us.
This is our first time here.
We’re savoring the experience. We don’t want it to be over already.
Honk if you want.
Wave if you want.
With whatever number of fingers you want.
We’ll get out of your way if we can.
Our life isn’t a movie we recorded off the TV, with commercials that we want to fast forward through.
We want to enjoy all of it.
So we go slow.