On our way to work this morning, my mother-in-law and I spotted a generic bumper sticker on a car stopped in front of us. Beside the picture of a silhouette of an ultralight, it read, “I’d rather be soaring.”
The red light changed to green and traffic began to move. The car turned at the next light and we went straight.
I looked at my mother-in-law and said, “I’m waiting for someone to get a bumper sticker that says ‘I’d rather be driving.’”
“That’s pointless,” she said. “You’re all ready driving.”
“Hence, the irony.”
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