Seriously, do you have to weave in and out of traffic? And just to get one car ahead of yourself? Does that make you feel good? Do you actually think you are getting there faster? A couple of weeks ago when I went down to visit some family down South, I dropped Steve off at work and then on the way back home, picked him up. When I was on my way to pick him up, I got off the freeway, and this FREAK, comes zooming up right on my tail while I was sitting at a red light. And then, as we all drove IN A PACK from one light to the next (because we were hitting all red lights) I watched him weave in and out behind me, only to get one car in front of me by the time we were both turning left. Then as we were driving down the next street, I watched him zoom in and out of cars to try and get ahead. I watched him for awhile, and then dropped it because he was well enough ahead of me and then a couple of blocks later, someone came zipping in behind me! Unbelieveable! Then, I realized, IT WAS THE SAME GUY! He got absolutely NO WHERE! He started behind me and ended behind me. And stayed there until I turned off that street.
Sometimes I wish I was like KIT (you know, from Knight Rider - have you seen it lately? It is actually a good copy of the original... bad acting and everything). The one feature I would have on my car is the ability to have messages appear in my back windshield. They would say things like "Get off my Back!" or for those impatient drivers who honk at you when you are turning left and they think that you could have totally made it a couple of times, it would say "I will go when I am ready... Chill". I would also do friendly reminders like "Your blinker is STILL on" or "I like your make-up".
Lastly, (because I can't remember anymore) Halloween. Parents, no, Mom's who dress up well... how do you put it nicely? Oh wait, I don't put it nicely... like a Prostitute. You may call yourself a (wait let me think I what I saw this weekend) peacock or a nurse or a wonderwoman or a cleopatra... But anyway you look at it, you are not... what you are, is dressing up in a costume to make yourself slutty. And 90% of the time, you are not a supermodel, (I'll just leave it at that). And they say, just because you dress up like something, doesn't make you that something, but maybe in this case, they are. I'm just sayin'.