The vagrant on the median holds a flimsy cardboard sign, and the clunker in front of me is taking its sweet time. I goose the accelerator and narrow the gap to make my intentions clear: I’m making the green arrow, …
I’m no better than the people on the back of the plane. Not really. I just outworked them and made better decisions. These first class seats don’t come cheap and having the means to sit one’s ass in them doesn’t …