True story. I was on my way to work this morning, when I noticed the car in front of me was swerving over the lines. An 8 a.m. drunk maybe? I kept my distance but then I noticed the fellow had a "Start Seeing Motorcycles" bumper sticker. So, I started to go around him when there was yet another swerve. What the hell! The guy had something in his right hand that he was rubbing against his upper shirt.

Glasses. And not sunglasses either. They looked like regular ol' prescription eyeglasses to me. I stomped on the gas to get around and give him the ol' stink eye, but he didn't see me... Was talking on his cell with the left hand.

Moral of the story? I'm not sure.