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So there was this creepy guy in the car behind me

My drive home involves driving C Street south from Government Hill. For those that don't know, Government Hill is just what they call the hill after you cross the Ship Creek bridge. And the Ship Creek bridge is what you hit if you take A Street going north as far as you can. And A Street is just C Street going north, as C splits into A (north) and C (south) somewhere between 36th and Tudor.

This drive involves hitting about six stop lights before I finally turn off on Benson and make my way to the highway. I find this to be the most efficient, but really, it's all bad. Every light, by the time I drive it, is timed for 5 o'clock traffic, which means every light is green long enough to clear the buffer of cars it created by being red. And no more.

I usually just stick with the left lane the whole way through. It's not really any faster going on the other lanes, as I'll just have to wait to get into the left lane again later on. Most people do this, actually. I've started to notice the same cars doing it. Nice to know that some folks came to the same conclusion as I did.

Today I was following a new car, or at least one I didn't recognize. I don't know what kind of car it was, really. It was a Dr. Pepper red sedan with "Twin Cams" written on the trunk lid. It was just about that non-descript. Except for the girl driving it, I guess. Who really, I didn't see until about the second light in. I tell you what: having an iPod on shuffle in the car is work. And also really distracting. What looked like an attractive, possibly same-age member of the opposite sex becomes uninteresting when you can't find the right song.

Unfortunately, in looking up to move forward at some point, I caught her looking in her side mirror. Which prompted her to adjust all of her mirrors so anybody to her rear could not see her. Her sunglasses, apparently, were not doing an adequate job of hiding her identity.

Maybe I look really angry or tired or discontent or creepy after work. I suppose I haven't shaved for a while, so that can't help. Regardless, it's good to know that it's enough to make people not care if they can see out of their mirrors.

She suffered as such until I turned off of C Street onto Benson. She made it a point to adjust the mirror back as I made my left turn.

I don't understand, lady. Sorry, for whatever it is worth. I think I'm going to bike tomorrow.