Yesterday evening a co-worker and I stood in front of our downtown office building looking out over a tangled mess of traffic clogging the intersection of Grand and Wabash.
“It’s gonna be a rough ride home,” I said, leaning my bike against the building and strapping on my helmet.
“It could be worse,” she interjected, taking a drag from her Marlboro Light. “In many places in India they have no concept of lanes on the road. Plus, there are lots of animals to deal with.”
“Animals?” I replied. “Like dogs?”
“No, like elephants,” she clarified.
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