So I'm in the STV (Sinister Transport Vehicle), stopped at a red light (as I am prone to do on occasion), when some dork starts beeping his horn. And I ignore it, because I like to let my mind wander a bit (though I am always focused enough on the light, I hate it when people doze off and then we're stuck for another five minutes) but then I start looking around, because the beeping is so annoying. And I look over and there's this guy in a red SUV next to me, wanting me to roll down the window. I hate that. I try to ignore him but he keeps gesturing. Not wanting to be held legally responsible for some aging yuppie's anyurism, I lean over and open my window ('cause I don't have electronic window opening like he does) and he shouts, "Do you know where U.S. 19 is?"

ACK! Why do I always get asked for directions? I was working for a week in Omaha and I got asked for directions twice! Dude, buy a map! Stop at a gas station! Look it up on MapQuest! Don't hassle your fellow drivers!

So I told him, "I don't know!" and rolled my window up. Because that's the kind of person I am (and I wasn't sure where the road was, either).