Commuter schadenfreude

I try to be quite accepting as a driver: part of how I comfortably drove to Cornwall and back was by leaving plenty of time and by not being especially ambitious or expectant about making progress so I could just relax and go with whatever luck or not came my way.

I did experience irritation on my way home today when I slowed behind a bicyclist because I could not judge that I could yet pass safely and the driver behind me clearly thought differently as they honked their horn. Eventually we went our separate ways and rejoined as I passed the side street they had taken as they waited behind a couple of other cars to turn onto the road that I was on: I had taken the longer but faster route. I did take some satisfaction in seeing how fruitless their impatience had been.