Sometimes when I’m driving home I feel like I am playing live action Enduro…
…but it’s probably a good idea not to bump the cars.
All I see are the pairs of red lights going by.
Driving on autopilot, finally home, and it’s time to go again.
On the way to work today I drove behind someone from Rhode Island (at my own peril). They had a vanity plate that said “RIVENT”.
My mind immediately jumps to “Man, that person must really like Myst to have a plate that says Riven on it.”
Then my geek morning addled mind realizes that this person probably thinks that Myst is a misspelling of the stuff that perpetually hangs around Providence, also known as fog.
Then begs to question what this license plate actually was being so vain about. RIVENT… like a Rhode Island vent? Or maybe Rhode Island event?
I’m glad I have this commute every morning to contemplate what is most important in life.