Tonight on the way to work I pulled up to the front of the line, past about seven cars, and parked in between the straight lane and the right turn lane. Guy in the pickup to my right didn't see me and blew his cig smoke in my face. He didn't see me, and immediately apologized. No problem, I told him. He then asked where I got my ink (tattooed arms). I explained that Johnny Bravo here in town does great work and he should check it out. He then asked where Home Depot was, I directed him, the light turned green and we parted ways.

As long as we're courteous and really understand that in the pecking order of traffic, we're lower than a two ton vehicle, we can all get along. I'm pretty sure the tattoos helped too, if for nothing more than to start a conversation