Is it just me, or does anyone else feel like their commute is basically a daily, mandatory training montage? Like, we’re all just Rocky, but instead of punching meat, we’re dodging rogue coffee spills and perfecting the art of the side-eye. What are we even training for? The big promotion? The perfect parking spot? The zombie apocalypse?
Is it just me, or does anyone else feel like their commute is basically a daily, mandatory training montage? Like, we’re all just Rocky, but instead of punching meat, we’re dodging rogue coffee spills and perfecting the art of the side-eye. What are we even training for? The big promotion? The perfect parking spot? The zombie apocalypse?
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