An intersection in some real tight and twisty part of an old city backed up with cars in both directions.
Two cars had come in and neither was willing to move to the side to let the other pass. Plenty of shouting and honking was going nowhere fast.
After twenty minutes a fellow from way down the jam got out of his car and whispered to one of the drivers. "It looks like the other guy is being a jerk, and I feel for you. But, I need to get to my kid's birthday party, and it is really important to her. Could you do me a favor and move over to let us through."
A few minutes later and everyone was on their way.
So I thought about the pictures in his head. I thought about what he does every day. Finally it hit me how I could value him. "You know," I said conspiratorially, "between you and this other car, you are the only professional driver here."
Two cars had come in and neither was willing to move to the side to let the other pass. Plenty of shouting and honking was going nowhere fast.
After twenty minutes a fellow from way down the jam got out of his car and whispered to one of the drivers. "It looks like the other guy is being a jerk, and I feel for you. But, I need to get to my kid's birthday party, and it is really important to her. Could you do me a favor and move over to let us through."
A few minutes later and everyone was on their way.