John Y’s Musings from the Middle: Tailgaters

Nothing gets my morning off to a good start better than being tailgated for 3/4 of a mile.

Geez.

Never been tailgated so closely for so long.

It felt like part reckless driving; part sexual assault.

Well, it just makes such good sense, though. By tailgating me by seeming millimeters, my friend arrived nearly 0.2 seconds earlier at Starbucks, which apparently was very important to him.

And here’s the beauty part. I was in front of him at Starbucks. And moved ahead very slowly in line.

He got the point.