Whenever I'm stuck in traffic I always wish that God existed and he'd pick me up with his huge hand and move me ahead of the congested mess, directly to my destination. During this morning's commute, Reavis came up with the brilliant suggestion that maybe I should just try and find somebody who has access to a helicopter and have them on call during my commute. No need for a God, just a giant hook on top of my car to attach itself to the cable dangling from my hypothetical 'copter.
Also, I really wish I was better at small talk. I'm not so good when people just randomly come up to me and say, "I like your boots." All I can do is stand there dumbfounded wondering what to say beyond, "Thanks." And there's always an awkward silence where I see hope of a bond slip away each silent second.
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