My morning drive.

 
This morning on the way to work I was jamming out, a crucial part of my every morning because I don’t just wake up this peppy, it’s due to a string of perfectly selected dashboard and foot tapping music with the occasional ballad so I can get my Celine D-on. Anyways, I got caught at a light and my one-man-head-banging-belt-it-out car band was witnessed by some RUDE person next to me who apparently was never taught not to laugh and point, nor thought it important to teach their children not to laugh and point. (I think it’s safe to say these people don’t have friends) So, I had an escalade full of small children on their way to school laughing at me, and probably my car because used vehicles don’t exist where I live unless they’re vintage. (I almost thought they were going to start chanting O’Doyles rule!)
 
So, moral of the story: Must do research on the darkest legal tint and how much it would cost for my car. Also, might look into a sunroof so when I do see those people again I can anonymously flip them off behind the comfort of my limo-tint.
 
p.s. Semi’s and concrete mixers (concrete mixers especially) please stop slowly moving back and forth at stop lights, you make me feel like my car is moving and I go into a crazy panic, slamming on my brakes, shaking the steering wheel and screaming WHY!?!? for about 10 seconds before I realize it’s just you! It messes with my perception…and mixers, you guys make me really nauseous. On the bright side I don’t lose my grip on what’s important in life since I see it flash before my eyes once or twice a week