The Girl is a notoriously slow eater. Not so much picky, just slow. It takes her a good 45 minutes to eat her breakfast of cereal and yogurt. Luckily for her, this year we don't need to leave to take her to school until a good 20 minutes after the boys' bus comes. (This will change next year when she starts attending their school, which will be a tough adjustment for us all!)
At any rate, she was slow this morning, as usual. We left a little later than we should have, as usual. Our route to her school involves only two roads, both of them two-lane state routes with no real passing zones or side pullouts. Midway to school, we got caught behind a semi, which was going a whopping 15 miles an hour and already had a line of about 20 cars stuck behind it. Since I am actively making an effort to keep my blood pressure down these days, I just resigned myself to being late and let it go. Which good cosmic attitude was rewarded half a mile later by the truck driver pulling over into a pullout on the other side of the road (!) so that we could all get by him.
At least he recognized that his truck was causing a traffic jam and did something about it. But the ironic part? When I passed him, I noticed the company name on the side of his semi: "Speed Transportation." No joke!