Just cut off a guy while driving.
Didn’t mean to. I just didn’t see him when I switched lanes.
So the guy revved his engine and pulled up alongside my car to presumably give me the finger.
But I didn’t see his angry face. Or his angry finger.
All due to my new visualization technique. Which is this.
Every time I anger another driver, I don’t look at him.
Instead, I imagine that he is Jiminy Cricket.
Singing “When You Wish Upon a Star.”
Then I don’t get mad. Because it’s hard to be mad at a singing cricket.
This particular singing cricket let loose with a whole host of un-Jiminy-like profanities.
But that’s okay. I didn’t hear them.
“Anything your heart desires will come to youuuuuu.”
Good ol’ Jiminy.