Sometimes I have to wonder what is going on in the minds of these cagers. I mean, there is just no way they can be as stupid as they act. Sometimes I am tempted to ask them if they dress themselves.

This morning, some hairlipped, overweight, 40-something-year-old missing link couldn't resist laying on her horn because I was in front of her riding-merciful heavens-a bicycle. Here's the scoop. I'm rolling up to a red light on the right in two lanes of very light northbound traffic. I need to make a left, and there is tons of room around me, so I merge to the center of the slow lane, and prepare to merge accross the fast lane as I approach the intersection. Naturally, Jenny Craig, who is probably a good 3 car lengths behind me, and barely gaining, will have none of it. She accellerates, lays on her horn and does a lane change to get around me (that's three things at once! I was impressed too.), only to slam on her brakes at the light 2 seconds later. I laughed to myself, and watched her rage distorted face for signs of embarassment or guilt for the antisocial and utterly pointless temper tantum she just threw at me. None was forthcoming. $%&*ing cagers. They create their own hell.