A touch of schadenfreude
I’m a bike commuter.
I’m lightly ashamed to admit that I get a wee bit of pleasure when, in the depths of rush hour, I cruise past a big ol' line of cars stuck in traffic.
Or maybe two wee bits.
I’m a bike commuter.
I’m lightly ashamed to admit that I get a wee bit of pleasure when, in the depths of rush hour, I cruise past a big ol' line of cars stuck in traffic.
Or maybe two wee bits.