Another list

Things I observed on my way to work today:

1) As I leave my neighborhood every morning, I drive through a school zone. There are the requisite flashing lights and orange safety cones plastered with 15 MPH signs. There is also a crossing guard, who acts a bit differently than most crossing guards. Instead of standing there and watching the traffic go by, she waves and says good morning to every car that passes. I know this sounds a bit sentimental, but it makes my day.

Every morning.

Until I get on the Interstate.

2) I once read on another blog that the writer decides whether to let someone into his lane based on what bumper sticker the car is sporting. I let in anyone that turns on their turn signal, since that is the law and I am for the most part an anal law-following man. However, just because I let someone in with a lame bumper sticker doesn’t mean that I won’t judge them and say snarky comments.

The driver I let in today I call the I call the “triple threat”: A pickup truck with a Gator license tag, a W bumper sticker and those plastic testicles hanging off the trailer hitch.

Classy.

3) On the drive over the bridge today, I approached a car that was weaving a bit in the lane. As I passed the car, I saw the reason for the erratic driving. The driver, a young girl of let’s say 24, was rocking out in her seat, bouncing and singing and thrashing her hair around her face. I couldn’t help but laugh. Everyone does this from time to time, right? What was killing me though, and what I wonder every time I come across this situation, is what not knowing what song has so excited the driver.

Or perhaps I should be wondering what drug has so excited the driver?