Do you remember learning hand signals in Driver's Ed? Just in case you happened to be driving in a car made prior to 1940 that didn't have turn signal lights. Well, those are the same signals that I use as a bicyclist. Until today. Because no one understands them. "Woah, that dude on a bike is making a chicken wing gesture. What is that?" "Hey, I think that dude's a nazi! Oh wait, he's just turning right." Language doesn't work unless it's universal. So now, I make wide gestures with my hands signaling what I'm about to do and everyone understands. That's how language evolves, my friends. And I was a part of it this time.

Those who can grocery shop undistracted by those around them. And then there's me. Constantly focused on everyone else's cart throughout the entire experience. Going out of my way to make sure I don't get in theirs. Watching people park horizontally in the cereal aisle, oblivious that they're causing an 8-cart backup. I want to be like them, and I want them to be like me.