Sep 28, 2004 15:14
Driving on the Beltway is about as safe as juggling chainsaws, and yet here's my brain demanding sleep while I'm passing an 18-wheeler.
My boss, on the other hand, poses no physical threat to me, and yet I react to her as if she were a charging grizzly bear.
Thanks a lot to my Pleistocene genetic capital that has suited me so well for modern life.