Never in a hurry

I realized today, as I raced through the streets in my car, that the only time I’m ever in a hurry is when I’m in my car.

It’s kind of odd, but I can be ten minutes late for an appointment, and so long as I’m just aimlessly wandering around the hallway picking up my things and getting ready to go—I’m not in a hurry. But the second I get in the car…

I routinely drive far too fast only to get out and walk from my parking spot to my destination. I wonder why this happens.