Every day on my commute, I see this man in a blue hoodie who stands at the merge point of the highway and the other main road into the city and "directs traffic". For a while I thought that perhaps he was a cop or hired to do it, but it's become increasingly clear that it's just something he does. When the cars stop (there's a light up ahead) he asks the cars around him for money, in a sort of half-hearted-just-passing-the-time-before-I-can-direct-traffic-again sort of way.
I guess we all just want to feel like we have a purpose.
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"Francisco, what is the most depraved type of man?"
"The one with no purpose"
-Atlas Shrugged (don't get me started)
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