In my day, we didn’t have armies of ants directing traffic like they do now. All combustible vehicles ran on roads that converged into town where my gal Madge was the traffictress. And she did a darn good job too, except for her occasionally getting flattened by a wooden steamroller. But by gum I’d fluff her back up to regular size, and she was as good as new!

A comment I just got on my site for a post I wrote back in March. I assume it’s spam, but I don’t have the heart to delete it.

Ants, Traffic and the Lack of Individuality // NoahBrier.com

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