I stand on the sidewalk watching it because the responsibility is mine and I must, I take a very firm hold on the handles of the baby carriage and I wheel it into the traffic.

HEARSE, n. Death's baby-carriage.

We caught him in traffic and got up beside of him, but he got up on the wheel and got it done.

In order not to stand out we lose our dignity

You are at the wheel of your car, waiting at a traffic light, you take the book out of the bag, rip off the transparent wrapping, start reading the first lines. A storm of honking breaks over you....

Now when I enter a carriage, it almost empties. But there's always one brave enough to stay.