Morning Commute II

To the Korean-ish family who I used to see driving behind me nearly every day on my way to work:

What happened? We shared the same commute time for months, the same path to our separate destinations, and now nothing? I feel abandoned, much like the semi-popped popcorn kernel that a person tries to chew, but realizes that it's pretty much all kernel, and so when no one else is looking, they spit it out back into the popcorn bag.

I miss contemplating how long it must have taken for the Mrs. to style her awesome 80's mullet. I miss watching her husband mouth the words to an array of Michael Bolton classics. Most of all, I miss peering into my rear-view mirror and observing the look on their child's Korean face as he no doubt began to realize two things: 1) His parents must really care for his safety, seeing as how he's in a car seat and he's probably old enough to do calculus (which, since he's Korean, means he's about 8 years old) and 2) Michael Bolton is one of the greatest singer/songwriters of all time.

I suppose our morning journeys couldn't be intertwined forever. It had to come to an end eventually. Still, I can't help but wonder what's become of you guys.

Sincerely,

The guy who was always driving in front of you during the morning commute

P.S.

Thanks for not rear-ending me! I had heard Korean are bad drivers, and so I was a little worried. You guys bucked that trend. Kudos!