It’s raining and many of the traffic lights in town stopped functioning. But the Midwestern drivers are so extraordinarily polite that we all sit forever at every crossing, trying to cede way to everybody else. Even I, whose driving persona can be described as “inconsiderate jerk”, feel peer-pressured into extreme politeness. I can practically sense other drivers wriggle in mute “no, you first, no, please, I insist” behind the wheel.
Midwestern Drivers
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