I was late yesterday morning. (To where isn't important). I wasn't the only person to arrive late. Some still-unexplained though not uncommon phenomenon had turned a twenty-five minute drive into an hour.
The equanimity of the folks arriving late was uncharacteristic of the modern world: enough so that people started talking about it. A lovely pregnant woman related how two thirty-something self-besuited males (I will not say men, though that is the word she used) shoved roughly past her and an elderly woman in order to get the elevator.
That got me to wondering how much the drive in had helped condition the attitude of the narcissuits.
One bit of fatherly advice I used to get regularly was that the good big man beats the good little man every time. It is excellent advice in general. But it has probably become less important since the advent of the Equalizer: a technology the function of which is to make the big man and the little man more equal:
And what the revolver did for men, the automobile has done between the sexes. There is no more democratic environment than the roadways. Most of the time you can't tell what sort of person is in the cars around you at all. The enveloping machine puts everyone on exactly equal footing, erasing the distinctives of personal contact. Masculine and feminine are obscured in a sea of metal, fumes, rubber, paint, chrome, frustration, and middle fingers. The car, even more than the revolver, is the great equalizer:
The Equalizer II
And that ain't no way to treat a lady.