Don’t you hate being at a social function and really feeling out of your element? Maybe you don’t really know folks, or you don’t really have a lot in common with them, or it’s just not your type of party. What’s worse, though, is when someone else like that is at an event, and doesn’t even know it. They strut about in the wrong attire, or they jabber on about something in their life that nobody cares about, or they pick up the fine hors d’oeuvres with their fingers (okay, so I’ve done that—shut up).

Anyway, I think those are the same type of people I saw this morning in the left lane on the interstate (two separate specimens): driving along all happy and stuff, and then they slow down and put their signal on, hoping for a space to merge. This is rush hour, people—nobody’s going to just let you in! And then to top it off, after hoping for awhile, they off’d the signal and sped on for awhile… then did it again!

You’re right, Uncle Steve. My expectations are too high sometimes.