One of the (many) happy things about this summer is that I get to commute with my Father. My Father, a bona fide Commuter Warrior, is an impressive sight to behold. He is fearless; squeezing through metro doors with milliseconds to spare. Undaunted by the hostile Other, he weaves his way through crowds, up escalators, across streets, all with relentless and visible Purpose. Sometimes (to, and probably for, my great delight) he accomplishes all of this whilst using Jedi-like hand signals and Yoda-esque syntax.
Thank you Father. Your Infinite Wisdom and Patience continues to correct my somewhat lackadaisical commute.
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