In the early years, I'd get frustrated. I'd shout at my fellow commuters.
By the time I arrived at work, I looked like this.
Then I discovered audiobooks. I'd sync my car with my phone, press play, and follow the exciting adventures of various fictional characters.
Add some coffee and what do you have? A relaxing commute. Cut me off in traffic? I don't care. I'm chillin' with my coffee and some good fiction.
Many days, I hated to arrive at work. It meant the end of my quiet time. Plus it meant the beginning of...you know...work.
I could have spent my mornings like this...
Do you suffer from road rage?