Some days it just pays to keep your mouth shut.

And your hand off the car horn.

Take today, for example. Like any other weekday, I drove up to the parkade at work, behind a lady who was obviously having some difficulty using her automated gate opener to work. She waved it around in attempt to gain entry.

"No problem", I think, "sometimes it just takes the scanner a bit to respond."

I wait patiently.

However, the fellow behind me in line obviously lacked such a trait. Even though it only took a few seconds for the lady to get the gate to raise, he whipped his Lexus around my van, sped up to the gate, squealed past and cut me off, squeezing in behind said lady and me.

"Okay", I thought, "what a jerk. He got a whole car ahead; what an accomplishment". He proceeded to SIGNAL at every turn inside the parkade.

"Geez", I shook my head, "what a loser." I was so tempted to honk him, or worse.

On the third floor he finally parked and as I slowly passed to give him a dirty look, I realized my patience had saved me.

That "jerk" was my boss.