Yikes
I had a unique experience this afternoon, or at least I pray to the Almighty that it remains unique: I entered a freeway at fifteen miles per hour. Traffic was moving at sixty-five/seventy, I was moving at fifteen. A fifty mile sper hour collision is not a good thing! And why did I find myself in this potentially deadly situation? Because the nice lady in front of me was driving fifteen miles per hour. What in Bog's name she could have been thinking is beyond me. Great Caesar's ghost, woman, if you wish to do away with yourself, more power to you, but please leave me out of it; I am quite dedicatedly fond of my life. But survive I did, and at least the Mousemobile's horn got a nice workout. Every day's a new adventure.

H-A-D
Have a quadratic day.