He was driving a brand new BMW...it didn't even have the plates in yet. A large pinkie ring graced the clenched fist that pounded the leather encased steering wheel. He was throwing a fit, waving at the cars around him and clearly having a nice little tirade.
Now I'm no saint. I've shaken my fist and pounded my own wheel and done my share of yelling at the Seattl-
But at that particular moment I was content. Perfectly and utterly happy with where I was in the car and in my life. I may dream of a farm in the country, but I don't need it to be content.
And that was the lesson I learned that day. (again. and I'll probably have to learn it again. and again. and again. and...)