Expense Account, Mint
It is the grubby faces at the traffic signals that are probably the most difficult to ignore. They plead, cajole, whine and then aggressively thump defeat at your half-inch thick glass window. The driver turns to see if the glass has been scratched. To yell at the dirty little bundle of attitude who just ran his fingernails across the glass, imagining it to be your face, at that moment of outrage? Or to remember the circumstance that has brought the boy just outside your bubble of comfort? Or to just hope that the signal turns green in the next 5 seconds?