Roundabouts Are The Worst

No, please. You go ahead. I clearly have the right-of-way but I don’t need it anymore. I don’t even know how I got it in the first place. It’s yours now. You have somewhere important to be. I was just farting around over here. Piddling about, really. I don’t remember even getting in the car. Carry on. I’ll see myself out.

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