So anyway, to jump forward a bit, as I said I was going to do, yes…some time later I was driving through the outskirts of a city, from one side of it to another, during the evening rush, on a section of interstate that makes a loop around what I guess is called the metropolitan area, so that traffic was heavy, and cars and pickups and semis and other vehicles were continually merging, and switching lanes, and trying to exit, and now and then a commuter would make use of his or her horn, and there was, in brief, a feeling in the air of impatience, and irritability, and dissatisfaction with one’s lot in life, or perhaps with just the situation, which might have had a perfectly reasonable explanation (if one was to take into account certain factors and statistical anomalies that involved, say, city planning, demographics, and structural engineering), but which, on the other hand, might not have had any such explanation; but which anyway would, very likely, serve only to aggravate the average person behind the wheel were such an explanation to be posited to them, in this scenario, as a means of alleviating their mood.