The dust behind us

We were driving on an unpaved road the other day when a car appeared from the opposite direction. As it passed, we all exclaimed at the cloud of dust it threw up. And then I stole a glance behind us. Sure enough, we were kicking up an enormous trail of dust of our own. We notice the noise and inconvenience someone else creates so quickly and so clearly — while often staying completely blind to the identical mess trailing behind us. When we point a finger at someone else, there are three that point right back at us.