I was in a hurry (I’m always in a hurry lately) and the car in front of me was frustratingly slow. I glanced at the silver hair of the driver and knew that this particular car was not going to speed up any time soon. My usual response to this situation is a frustrated sigh and seeking for a way to get out from behind the car as quickly as possible. After all, I’m in a hurry. I don’t have time to drive slow. This old man in front of me is not hurried. He probably was hurried in the past, but now he is past hurried and well into careful. On the whole I think I prefer when elderly drivers are careful. I would prefer if non-elderly drivers were more careful. This was the moment when I realized that I am one of those less-than-careful non-elderly drivers. My impatience to pass the slow driving car creates a hazard and saves me maybe a minute or two. I looked again at the silver head in front of me. There was a fluffy silver head in the passenger seat. I suddenly pictured them as one of those long-happily-married couples. I could picture him opening the door for her and them walking slowly together so that observers can not be sure who is lending balance to whom. Such couples have seen a lot of things in their lives and they have learned the lack of value in most of the rushing. So I eased my foot off the gas and drove more slowly the rest of the way home. I did not arrive noticeably later but I arrived much calmer and happier.