Yesterday afternoon I was driving behind a clunky, beat up, fire-hydrant red, 1972 Chevy P.O.S. (Now available with matching driver.) Just picture the guy given chase by Michael Douglas and Karl Malden to complete your mental picture. He was driving beside a small, clean, 1998 Mitsubishi Galant (with matching female driver). The driver of the P.O.S. was beckoning to the other driver like he was trying to coax a scared cat out from under the bed. This went on for several minutes until finally the Galant slowed down and pulled in behind the P.O.S.
Why am I telling you this? For some reason unbeknownst to either you or me, I found this exchange quite amusing. Maybe you just had to see it. Maybe I’m too easily amused. Maybe I need to get more sleep.