it’s the little things
April 21, 2008
I know taking pleasure in the pain of others is called Schadenfreude. But that seems so hoity toity. This morning on my commute I experienced what might have been called shadenfreude, but really was more like glee.
I was driving north on Bangerter, steered off my normal I-15 route by an accident at 7200 South, so way down at the bottom of Bangerter, I stayed west and took Bangerter from just north of 146000 South to my office just north of 3500 South. Bangerter is like a city street freeway, 3-4 lanes each direction, freeway speeds, but with stoplights every few miles at the southern end of the valley, and every mile or so at the northern end.
This morning right as I got on the road, I noticed a guy in a bright orange pickup truck with some landscaper company logo on the side. He was quite obviously in a terrible rush. And so, since I had nothing to do but listen to NPR for the next 30 minutes, I conducted an experiment.
I entered the middle lane, and never changed. And I watched Mr. Orange Pick-Up Truck (talk about a hard name to make sound tough–I bet he gets beat up a lot).
Mr. Orange Pick-Up Truck changed lanes over FORTY times in the next 10 miles/30 minutes (I lost count after 40–Diane Rehm had someone on who had written this great sounding book about a guy in Japan who rescued the Akita from certain extinction). I changed lanes ONCE, to get in the right lane to exit Bangerter Highway onto 3500 South.
I was directly behind Mr. Orange Pick-Up Truck as we turned right onto 3500 South.
I don’t know why it felt so good. But I high fived myself.