Mail Call
As I drove to work this morning, I was actually shocked at a sight on the road. If you'd asked me before I left the house, I would have been convinced that I'd seen everything that one can do while commuting to work. I've witnessed make-up application, nose-hair trimming, coffee spilling, eating, hairstyling, eyebrow plucking, nose picking, toothbrushing, deodorant application, pantyhose dressing, and yes, even blouse changing. However, on the freeway this morning I found myself a tad annoyed with the driver in front of me (in the far left lane) who was traveling 61 mph in a 60 mph zone. I was boxed in for nearly 5 miles thanks to the other slow drivers (just meandering along, no reason at all for the slow flow). When I was finally able to get around this pest, I found the reason for her slow pace. You see, apparently as you open envelopes and read letters, you should only travel 1 mph over the speed limit. Another rule, you must open and read your mail only in the far left lane, for optimal aggravation of the other Cleveland commuters. I pray one of those letters was a foreclosure notice.