This afternoon, as I darted between the erratically swerving cars along the narrow twisting lanes of S. Broad, I thought to myself, I'd make a good cabbie. I could easily imagine myself nimbly navigating the traffic tumult of some large city, sussing out the best route, knowing all the secret tricks and short cuts, honking, dodging, weaving.
I would make a good trucker too. I'm perfectly happy driving long distances without a break, and I never give up the driver's seat during road trips. My mother is the same way. My uncle actually was a trucker, and though he's now retired, he sometimes drives the trucks that haul the NASCAR cars just for the sheer love of it.
What would you be, if you were other than what you are?