To speed or not to speed...

When I first got my driver's license I was always in a hurry. Even when I really had no place in particular to go, I just had to drive fast. It was like I was in a constant state of rush. The moment I got behind the wheel I envisioned my destination and like a tightly wound rubber band I sprang forward at top speed.

And when I found myself behind a slug of a driver--you know, the kind that actually drive the speed limit--I became real anxious and frustrated, honking, and hitting my dash, before zooming around them and shooting them a venomous glare.

But now that I'm older the tables have turned.

I am now that slug of a driver. Now it's me who drives as though I have no place to go, constantly checking to make sure my speedometer is not a hair above the legal mark. Staying at least a car's length behind the guy in front of me.

And now I see those kids in my rearview mirror, those kids that resemble me a decade ago. I recognize their impatient, angry scowls. And I laugh. Even when they get right on my ass, I laugh. Even when they honk and throw up their hands, I laugh.

Sometimes I tilt the rearview mirror back a notch so that I can't see them. And I forget about them until they speed by me and shoot me that familiar look of death. And I laugh.

So which one are you?