In an odd way this reminds me of my grandmother. My mother’s mother wasn’t always sure where she was going, but she was in a hurry to get there.
She was always first in line. First on the bus. First off. And first to squirm around you, push past you and reach any door.
Maybe that was because she lived through the Depression and learned that not being first in line was a sure way to end up hungry. Or maybe she was just leading the way…
WOMAN: I’m on my way to the future! Get in...or get out of my way!