Saw a man on my commute this morning. Seemed a normal individual from my car lane to his. Seemed. My commute is, at this particular stretch, usually stop-and-go where 25mph feels like light speed. So why, why did this man don driving gloves; professional, black leather, thin, driving gloves?
How many people wear driving gloves? For their 9am commute?
I feel confident he was not filming an action scene for a blockbuster or even a home-made film as no camera was in sight. Plus he never got above 20mph.
But still, from my window to his, on both hands, driving gloves.
It wasn't even a convertible. It wasn't a vet. It wasn't a mini. It wasn't sporty...at all.
Why would he do this to himself?
Why would he do this to me?
Driving gloves?
A little light stuff, a little substance. A little of this, a little of that. Don't over think it. I know you won't.
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