North bound on Highway 121 I hum or sing a merry tune. I laugh with the kids or think about things relaxed, enjoying the drive. But then I come up on my exit. It’s the Williams D Tate Avenue exit, and this is where I morph. “Sh,” I tell the kids as I sit up and slightly forward with two hands on the wheel. Eyes darting back and forth, I evaluate the traffic. Which lane is best? The left I decide as I accelerate till I’m right on the Lexus’s tail. “Come on. Come on!” Is he on the phone? We’re going to miss the light! The light is still green, but traffic is backed up. So what? I follow the Lexus anyway and hope traffic keeps moving so that I can get out of the intersection. “Whew!” I made the first light. Now for the second light. I‘m right on the Lexus‘s bumper. When there is a break I swerve into the left turning lane leaving the Lexus in my dust. I slam on the breaks in perfect distance behind the red Ford truck as we ease toward the next light. No nose how ever small will be able to budge in front of me. The traffic ahead breaks and comes to a stop at the light. But then, “NOOOO!” The semi in the right left turning lane budged in front of the sleeping Toyota and has both lanes blocked leaving it open for all the far right laners to coast in front of everyone. “ These lanes both turn left! Do we need a neon sign?” Any truck with half a brain could see that. Good night! Ok we’re moving. Finally. Hurry up. Hurry up. I’m coming up on the last light before my left turn onto TX-114 W. Traffic is moving. I’m keeping perfect pace. We’re going to make it! “Yes!” I turn left just as the light turns yellow. Then as I’m merging on the highway the semi that budged into the far left lane crosses traffic and turns right in front of the line of traffic trying to merge left onto the highway. “This is a left turn only!” I yell as if he can hear me. I accelerate and pull onto 114. Then I sit back in my seat, run a hand through my hair and return to my former self.