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A bad plan is still a plan

I see the same person almost every day on my way to work.

I see them because I am usually out in front, cruising along at the speed limit, and then there's this little blip that turns up behind me while driving down 280. It starts as a speck in the mirror, slowly growing into this massive set of headlights until—zip—they blow past me doing a hundred miles an hour.

Every. Single. Day.

It makes you think. At a certain point, you aren't "late" anymore.

If you have to drive a hundred miles an hour every morning just to punch the clock, that isn't an emergency. That’s just your scheduled arrival time.

You’re right on time. You just have a speeding ticket waiting to happen of a commute.