Don't get me wrong, I'm happy to be back in Berkeley. I'm happy to have four times the space to live in, enjoy mild and sunny weather, speak English, pay less than $20 for a hamburger and spend time with my friends and relatives. I'm not happy about driving.
Driving does not bring out the best in me. I notice that as soon as I get into traffic I act as if everyone else on the road has at least 50 fewer IQ points than I do. I swear at them, I accuse them of idiocy, I ask where they learned to drive, I mutter and curse. I am not a nice person on the road.
If only public transportation were as feasible here as in Paris.
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