So, I’ve been asked what I do with that time.
Whether I wouldn’t like to borrow some books on tape? some very good murder mysteries from books that are extremely popular on the Walmart bestsellers lists.
Do I not see the same cars with the same people everyday?
Do I have any bedsores forming on my ass and spine?
What am I going to do with my life to get out of that suburban nightmare? (Indeed, I looked down at my feet as I walked into the neighborhood Tom Thumb, and found I was wearing brand new white sneakers! The horror!)

Actually, I have no problem with being entertained on my commute. I listen to NPR most of the time. Peter says it makes my brain go like this:
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But really what sends me into deep meditation, are all those folks with goofy crap hanging from their rearview mirror. Almost certainly it is one of the following:air freshner (tree shaped variety), mardi gras beads, or a dolphin.

Why Oh Great Mysterious One? Why? Who is the sort of person who does this? A means to convey identity. Personal taste. What do all of them have in common? Dirty rooms with laundry strewn about? Dog people? Interior decorators? What?