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Sometimes I sit at red lights and I tell them when to turn green. I'll count down, usually from three, and the beat after one is when the light is supposed to turn green. Now, I say supposed to because it rarely works. One would figure that after all this time (for I've been doing this for years) I would know that it isn't going to work. Some people just never learn.

Speaking of driving, my step-mother says I drive like a grandmother. That just makes me think of the Taco Bell (I think it was TB...) commercial from a while back where an old woman and man are sitting in their car, the woman driving. The man begs her to slow down because she's driving like a bat out of Hades. The camera then moves outside the car where we can see the car is barely moving--typical stereotype of senior citizens. Is it so hideously wrong to try to drive the speed limit these days?

I was sitting in traffic last night on my way back from Richmond, VA in the Mixing Bowl (nickname given to the area where I-95 meets I-495 south of Washington, DC because of the heavy construction and traffic the area is known for) and a thought occurred to me: wouldn't it be fun to brighten the evening of all these people stuck in traffic? You know the whole da-da-da-da-da.... da da thing, right? One person goes da-da-da-da-da and another person replies da da. It can be done anywhere--beat on your chest, knock on a door, or... honk your horn. So, I get this mental picture of the parking lot that is I-95 (Do you know where the largest parking lot in the world is? Disney World's Magic Kingdom. Do you know where the second largest parking lot in the world is? I-495.) filled with people honking their horns with the whole call-response thing going on. There would be news reports showing people smiling and laughing while sitting in traffic, honking their horns, giggling, waiting for the response. Oh, it would have been sweet.

Of course, I didn't have the courage to get it going. Figures.