Politeness
Four hours of driving experience is not sufficient for Kansas City. My friend Joyce completed my driving school, placing me behind the wheel of her beaten car during the worst traffic jams. “Go girl, go! Didn’t you see that green truck? Ah! Maybe it was in your blind spot…” Instead of looking forward I drove trying to keep an eye contact with my friend. I felt like I needed to support the conversation and hardly paid attention to the road. I am polite...