When you live in a small town, often that means one road from your house to where ever you’re going. And that often means you’re most likely to end up driving behind someone going at least five miles under the speed limit when you are running late for something, be it work, school, doctors’ appointments, karate lessons, whatever. So it doesn’t help to be someone who is always ten minutes late for everything.
Unfortunately, that is the situation I find myself in quite often, therefore resulting in a lot of cussing (silently, so the children can’t hear) at those who left in plenty of time to get to where they’re going. I have dreams of becoming one of those people, and I haven’t given up.