Driving etiquette and the grocery store.

Anna thinks that I'm very impatient, which is usually true. This is particularly true when I'm driving. Especially on the freeway. I have put together a list of highway driving tips, which I believe if everyone implemented, might just save the world. Here are my tips:

1. The far left lane should always be considered a passing lane. If you are not passing someone, you should not be in the left lane. Simple, right? Wrong. This is the most difficult thing for people to do. I treat the left lane as if I were ten and it was lava, and I had a limited amount of time to be there or else my car would melt.

2. If you are passing someone, and someone comes up behind you going faster, speed up a little, pass the car, get over, and don't hold everyone up. This is specifically designed for people passing someone going the speed limit, and the other person is going 2 over the speed limit. This prevents long build-ups on the freeway where someone is trying to pass a semi and it takes them twenty minutes.

3. Use cruise control. Every time I drive, there are always a few people that pass me, then I pass them, then they pass me, and so on. All this occurs while I am constantly cruising at a comfortable 70 mph. I cannot come up with one reason why someone would not use cruise control. None. I've tried. Do people like to go faster and slower? Do people like to always worry that they might get pulled over because they don't realize they've increased their speed 10 mph? Do people like to get a sore right leg?

These three tips, could save the world.

So I was at the grocery store today and I was in the express lane, 15 items or less. And this 45-year-old, ish, guy behind me kept saying to the lady he was with (later found out it was his sister) that he hates it when people have more than 15 items in the express lane. He was then telling her that he was at the store yesterday and some lady had at least thirty items. He then proceeded to count my items as I took them out of my basket. He counted 18, and then kept saying repeatedly, that I had 18 items. I only had 13. Finally, I got fed up with this and turned to him and said, "I only have 13 items. Do you want to count them together with me? 13 items. Not 18, 13. We can count them again if you want? We can triple count them. The number won't change." At this point, his sister was laughing at him and very embarrassed. She actually left the line and went to the parking lot. Then he tried to back peddle, like I was going to fight him or something. And he started to apologize. I just left.

On an end note. I really think personalized license plates are dumb. This one, included. But I think this brewmaster should have rethought his lettering.