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Continued: Withering Glance: Stuck in traffic with Mpls. blues again

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RN: Well, if my mat and I can be in the studio in the next three minutes, then, yes. Unfortunately, said studio is about 15 blocks away. Because this-usually-takes-10-minutes trip is now lurching past the half-hour mark, I could benefit from the calming influence of a dozen or so Sunrise Salutations. Or a highball.

 

CP: Opt for the cocktail, natch. I recently drove from south Minneapolis to St. Paul’s East Side in the evening rush hour. An agonizing 65 minutes. First gear all the way.

 

RN: You have my unending sympathy. Not that I’m exactly a paragon of sweetness and light at the moment, but I’ve also observed that a traffic jam brings out the very worst in the human spirit.

 

CP: Like when I honk the horn, even when you are driving?

 

RN: The horn honk is such an aggressive and unpleasant means of communicating with a fellow citizen. But are hand gestures any more civil?

 

CP: While I don’t recommend, or endorse, the use of the finger, the two hands raised sharply in the air is a universally understood gesture meaning, “Where’d you get your license, in a cereal box?!”

 

RN: Lucky Charms, indeed.

 

E-mail: witheringglance@startribune.com

Twitter: @claudepeck and @RickNelsonStrib

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