A pretty girl smiled at me in the market tonight. I have a cold and I feel like hell. I smiled back.

When I'm driving in the far left lane on the freeway, and I'm already speeding, why do you feel it necessary for me to get out of your way? And when I don't, you find it necessary to cut back in front of me so closely that our bumpers almost collide. Does this feed your superiority complex or make you feel more macho - or both?